For the next two days, Javier stayed with Kira. As for what they kept doing together, it would be unnecessary to state it and too obscene for a younger audience anyway.Javier received a call from Derek while he was on the road at noon. The latter had informed him that Freddy had sent some people to fight at the entrance of the mall. The people they were beating up were not mall patrons or the security guards but Vernon’s underlings.Although no side had an advantage, that was beside the point. The point was that the mall’s patrons were scared off. There had been a snake incident, and then a group fight at the entrance. What kind of customer would dare pay a visit to the mall now?“Freddy Russo’s asking for a lesson, isn’t he? Go and teach him one to make sure he learns!”Javier called Herschel after he ended his call with Derek, and the two of them went to Freso Corporation, which belonged to Freddy.A security guard came up to them to stop them and ask who they were there to see
Freddy turned around and ran his eyes over the secretary’s long legs with a grin.“What’s the emergency? Are you in heat and need my help to help put the fire out?”The secretary was embarrassed. Although she knew that she was bound to be taken advantage of by Freddy, this was obviously not the time for that. What she wanted to say was something else, something that was incredibly frightening.“The security guards downstairs said that two men knocked out all the guards in the company and are making their way over here right now.”“What?!” Freddy was taken aback.Another voice rang out immediately. “You heard right. Two men have incapacitated all your security guards, but to be precise, it’s not two men because I didn’t do anything. It was all him.“And now…I think he’s going to hit you. Watch out!”The fact that Herschel had fought his way into Freddy’s office shocked him. There was a big number of security guards in the company, yet Herschel had incapacitated all of them alone?
When Javier asked about it, and before Grace could say anything, Freddy suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Herschel.“F*ck you. So what if you can fight? I have a gun. Let’s see who is faster, you or my bullet!”Freddy looked at Javier after he barked at Herschel.“You have the balls to try and pick up my girl? You should first find out who I—hey, ow! Ow!”Before Freddy could finish his threat, he suddenly felt like his finger against the trigger was about to break.The reason was simple. Herschel had gone in for the pistol with his bare hands and forcefully twisted the gun around. As a result, he had trapped Freddy’s finger, causing him to yowl in pain like an animal being slaughtered.“Having a gun is quite impressive, but it depends on whose hand it is in. How different is it from a decayed piece of wood when it’s in your hand?”Herschel grabbed the pistol and took it apart, turning the firearm into metal scraps and unloading the bullets within seconds.Freddy was baf
When Freddy looked down through the floor-to-ceiling window beside him, he realized that he would be turned into pulp if he were to be thrown down, as they were about 20 levels above the ground. He felt chills run down his spine there and then but he used to be a gangster, so he had confidence even when he did not have any guts.He scoffed, “Who are you trying to scare? You think I haven’t been threatened my entire life?“Back when I was still in the gang, a machete about this huge stabbed right through me and I didn’t even make a sound. I took my knife and kept fighting. It’s funny that you think you can scare me with this petty threat!”Freddy was still rambling smugly when Herschel approached him and punched his throat. He was left speechless by how much pain he was in before Herschel hauled him up over his shoulder and walked to the window.Herschel’s way, which was all work and no talk, stunned Freddy. He had not expected the former to actually throw him down the building!As
It was almost seven in the evening. Javier realized belatedly that Grace had not had anything to eat in a long while, so he invited her out to a simple meal.“I’ll pass, sir. I’m gonna check on my mother in the hospital later.”“That’s a pretty important thing to do, I agree, but you don’t have to do that on an empty stomach, right?”Javier would not take no for an answer. He led Grace into the elevator and down the building, and the two of them headed to a nearby restaurant.Grace felt a little uncomfortable eating with the chairman of the organization, but as time passed, she realized he was pretty similar to common folks like her. He did not show any attitude or manners befitting the stereotypical ultra-rich. Her opinion of Javier kept soaring, and she was more and more convinced that the chairman was a cordial, down-to-earth man.Once they finished their dinner, Javier drove Grace straight to the hospital. He had not exactly planned to visit her mother personally, but the fact
Harley chirped as soon as Javier took his seat. Feeling a little puzzled, the latter asked, “Uh, what?”Harley was a little taken aback. “You mean you don’t know? They say you’ve been screwing both Megara and Cher, man! They say the campus’ sexiest women are trying to make you theirs, and really, you can’t blame me for believing it. There’s a lot of meat to it, and people claim they have seen it in action!”Javier finally understood. Chuckling lightly, he shook his head. “You can believe whatever you want, mate.”Harley was quite confused by this answer. Was that denial?Zenya Turing had just made her way through when she overheard their conversation. Her lips pressed into a quiet smile, her mirth secretive. She knew it; that rumor was bunk! Javier was not like that at all. The true object of his crush had to be…her, of course!As the three friends each tended to their own thoughts, someone else entered the room.Tidal Holdsworth, the student-body president, had a pretty strange
How did everyone feel about Tidal Holdsworth’s suffering?Ecstatic.Here came the elephant in the room, though: What was going to happen to Javier, the guy who had fixed up Tidal so well? What Javier had done was nothing short of torment, after all, which meant his comeuppance would likely be just as torturous. At that thought, the crowd turned to him, feeling concerned.“Hate to say this but…Xavier’s dead meat now. Tormenting anyone else would have been fine, but Tidal Holdsworth? That’s the student council president, someone infamous for being hyper-vindictive and sh*t! His vengeance is gonna be painful…”“Not to say Tidal doesn’t deserve what he got, and I’m not gonna pretend that I didn’t get a kick out of seeing Xavier thumping his *ss like a bad*ss, but Xavier did it at a cost, man. Revenge is gonna be really painful…”“I hope he doesn’t suffer too much. Besides, we can help, right? We’ll vouch for him, you know. Put in a good word when Tidal’s revenge comes…?”It was all t
Tidal did not manage to avoid eventually getting his head stuck in the drawer once more, let alone getting tormented by having his pants pulled down by several male students before they screwed him with whatever was on their minds.Javier skipped on this “entertainment” this time. Cher had just summoned him to her office right afterward, and en route, she asked, “Why did you make Zenya Turing the new president? Don’t tell me the two of you…”She trailed off mid-question, but Javier knew what was really on her mind.“Aww, you think I must share some super-intimate relationship with her and you’re feeling a teensy-weensy-bit jealous, right?” he quipped.“As if!” Cher protested hotly. “I don’t even know you personally! Why would I be jealous?”Javier was amused. Even Cher would find an excuse this flimsy! To appease her, of course, Javier followed her to her office and pacified her the old-fashioned way.They had a rather prolonged after-sex teasing session before Javier went back t
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed