The bald-headed bodyguard in black, his face dark with rage, barked out, âStop him, you motherfuckers!â His voice cut through the chaos, snapping the other guards back to reality.
For a moment, the guards froze, stunned by the chaos unraveling before them. Then, as if jolted back to reality, one of the men in black closest to Lucian sprang into action. âHey, you! Stop right there!â he barked, charging toward Lucian.
Lucian didnât flinch. The hammer in his hand -a weapon he neither planned for nor knew where it came from-felt right. He had no time to question its origin.
The guardâs confidence bordered on arrogance. A trained professional, he prided himself on his discipline and strength. A second-generation reject? An 18-year-old kid with a hammer? The thought alone burned his pride.Defeat him? No, Iâd deserve death for failing to someone like this.
But Lucian paid no heed. His focus was solely on Tony. Lifting the hammer high, he swung down with merciless precision.
PAAAKK!
The hammer slammed into Tonyâs other knee, the sickening crunch echoing through the room. Tonyâs screams of pure agony filled the air, louder than before. âAHHHHHHHH! FFFFFK!â
The crowd shuddered collectively, horrified. A cold chill raced down their spines, the brutality of Lucianâs actions making them shrink back, their faces pale with shock.
The guard rushing toward Lucian faltered. He stopped dead in his tracks, his face pale. He had killed before-yes, with precision and necessity. But this? This was unrelenting brutality. This wasnât murder. This was a spectacle.
Rose, trembling just a few feet away, squeezed her eyes shut tighter.Her body shook uncontrollably as the sound of Tonyâs blood-curdling screams pierced her soul. She couldnât bear it. Lucian had told her to close her eyes and she obeyed him. She always did. Even if he told her to end her life, she would comply without hesitation. She owed him too much to resist. Stay tuned for updates on empire
The bodyguard wearing glasses stepped forward, slipping them off as if they no longer mattered. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed them aside, his gaze meeting Lucianâs. His voice was calm but carried the weight of accusation.
âYouâre cruel, boy. Far too cruel for someone your age. Do you even know what kind of monster youâre becoming?â
I donât know how someone your age could harbor this much cruelty⊠but youâre going to pay for what you just did.â
Lucian, hammer still resting on his shoulder, turned slowly, his eyes alight with fury but his voice eerily calm. âWhatever,â he whispered, almost to himself, before speaking louder. âIâll give you all one piece of advice leave now, as far as you can.Because if you come near me, youâll die today.â
The room fell silent, his words sinking into the guards who hesitated, weighing their options. The man with the broken glasses narrowed his eyes, trying to assert dominance.âYouâre provoking a powerful family,â he said, his voice steady but with an underlying threat. âEven if youâre from the Big Four, youâll have to pay for this. You know that, right?â
Lucian didnât flinch. His eyes bore into the guardâs, unrelenting. âTony did something bad, but the law will handle it. Who the hell are you to play judge, jury, and executioner?âthe guard pressed, hoping to rattle Lucian.
Lucianâs grin widened, the intensity in his gaze unshaken. âIâm justice,â he hissed, lifting the hammer once more. âAnd today, Iâm the executioner.â
The guards shifted uneasily, knowing this was far beyond a simple bar fight. This was something else entirely-a reckoning.
The bald-headed guardâs expression darkened as he weighed his options. If I can get this kid to back down, itâll save me from a world of pain. If not, Iâll be the one paying for it. He clenched his fists, stepping forward, trying to appear unfazed.
Lucianâs gaze, however, was locked onto the guard, his hammer held steady, its head gleaming menacingly under the dim lights. âHe touched my sister,âLucian growled, his voice low and threatening. âLaw or whatever⊠if anyone touches my family, believe me,
I DARE TO DESTROY THIS WHOLE COUNTRY.â
The guard sneered, attempting to regain control. âBig words, kid. Do you even know the kind of bullshit youâre spewing? Just saying those words is going to land you in trouble.âHe gestured with his thumb toward the crowd, many of whom were recording the scene on their phones. âThere are cameras here. Everythingâs being recorded.â
Lucianâs eyes flicked towards the crowd, his expression calm but deadly. Some onlookers, feeling the weight of his gaze, quickly pocketed their phones. Others, fueled by pride or sheer curiosity, kept their cameras up, defiant.
Lucian didnât flinch. Instead, he raised his hammer slightly, pointing it toward the daring ones who continued filming. Their hands trembled, but they didnât lower their devices.
âI am Lucian Kane,â he began, his voice even, yet it carried a palpable weight.âWhatever you think you know about me, whatever rumors youâve heard⊠cool. But let me make one thing clear. I AM NOT THAT LUCIAN.â He paused, letting the silence stretch, each word sinking into the crowd like a stone in water.
âI donât care what you think or say about me.â His eyes swept over them, cold and calculating. âBut Take it as a warning.â
He took a step forward, his hammer still pointing. âTOUCH MY FAMILY AGAIN, AND I WILL DECLARE WAR â
âWhatever the family, Wherever city, Whatever Country Or Even Whole World Attack People Closes To Me⊠And I Will Kill You All
And Beleive Me When I Say SoâŠ
YOUR COMBINED CHANCES AGAINST ME ARE IN THE NEGATIVES.â
KNOW YOUR PLACEâŠ
The room was silent, his words hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.The calm in his tone was unnerving, as if the threat wasnât a possibility but a certainty.
Rose, still seated on the ground, trembled at his words.He still cares. He still loves us⊠she thought, tears slipping from her closed eyes. Even after everything, heâs willing to burn the world for us. Her heart swelled with gratitude, a mixture of happiness and overwhelming emotion. What more?
The crowd shifted uneasily. The man still holding his phone suddenly felt his hands tremble, though he didnât know why. The disbelief was etched across their faces. Could this kid really mean it? Could he actually do it?
One of the guards scoffed, breaking the tension. âWake up, kid. This isnât a fairy tale. Are you playing the villain now? Even your mother, Olivia, wouldnât dareâ
PAKKKK!
The guardâs head exploded like a watermelon under the brutal force of Lucianâs hammer. Blood and fragments splattered across the floor as the body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
âMissâŠMISS OLIVIA,â Lucian corrected, his voice cold, devoid of remorse.âBe respectful.â He lowered his hammer, but his grip remained firm, his eyes never leaving the rest of the guards.
The room erupted into chaos. The crowd screamed, panic spreading like wildfire.âHe killed someone!â someone shrieked. âRun! Get out of here!â
People scattered, pushing and shoving in their haste to flee, the earlier morbid curiosity replaced by pure terror.
The room, once filled with whispers and murmurs, now echoed with the frantic sounds of fear.
Rose, still trembling on the ground, felt tears streaming down her cheeks. Her chest heaved as conflicting emotions warred within her. Fear. Gratitude. Awe.
Lucianâs voice echoed in her mind.He hadnât abandoned them. He still cared.
Through her tears, a faint smile appeared. She could feel it in his every word, in the unshakable resolve in his voice. No matter what, Lucian would protect them.
The man in the crowd still holding his phone felt his hands tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to run, to stop recording, but he couldnât. The boy standing before them wasnât someone he could understand.
Lucian turned his gaze to the remaining guards, the blood dripping from his hammer creating a small, ominous pool at his feet. His presence was suffocating, a silent promise of more violence to come. He stood tall, his eyes cold, unwavering, and filled with the kind of resolve that left no room for negotiation.
âThis isnât a fairytale,â he said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of an unbreakable will.âStep aside. Or end up like him.â
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their muscles tensing. The sight of their comradeâs lifeless body, head shattered beyond recognition, was a stark reminder of the boyâs lethal capability. Slowly, their gazes shifted back to Lucian, uncertainty creeping into their postures.
Lucianâs grip tightened on the hammer. He tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.âSo⊠whoâs next? Anyone?â
The room was thick with tension. No one dared to move, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on them like a heavy weight. The guards were frozen in place, caught between the instinct to protect themselves and the orders they were sworn to follow.
âDonât you dare let Young Master Tony die, you idiots!â The bald-headed man in the black suit barked from the doorway, his voice filled with a desperate fury. âLook at him! His legs are broken! If we donât act fast, heâll bleed out!â
The manâs eyes darted around frantically, his frustration mounting. He could see the hesitation in the guards, their fear palpable.âGet this lunatic kid under control! Donât tell me youâre scared of one kid!â His voice rose to a fevered pitch, spit flying from his mouth.
The guards still hesitated, their eyes flickering between Lucianâs blood-soaked figure and the bald manâs enraged face.
âGo, you motherfuckers!âthe bald man roared, veins bulging from his neck as he gestured wildly toward Lucian. âWhoever gets Young Master Tony out of here safely, Iâll personally give him one million dollars! But if any of you think about running away, Iâll kill you myself!â
His threats echoed through the room, the promise of death hanging in the air alongside the stench of blood and fear. The guards, riled up by the offer but still terrified, gulped nervously.
They looked at one another, silently communicating their shared dread. Finally, their eyes fell on the corpse of their fallen comrade, lying in a pool of his own blood, then shifted to the unflinching form of Lucian.
Their breathing quickened, sweat beading on their foreheads. The reality of the situation crashed down on them. They were trapped between a ruthless adversary and a merciless employer, with no clear way out.
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