Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter three

"Why don't you do it already? It's not like you have any dignity." Ariel said with a mocking glare on her face.

“You should do as you have been told already. You have a sick mother in the hospital as I stabled upon by mistakes.

You wouldn't want her dying because of your crazy ego right?” She shot a deadly glare towards Gunther's direction.

Gunther stared at them, his face all washed up with anger staring at the both of them.

Even if he did as he was requested to, he knew Williams very well and he was so cunning. Thoughts ran through his head as he pushed the security officers away from himself.

He walked gradually towards Williams staring right into his face.

"Don't worry. It's not going to taste like your junk feet." Williams added with a dark smile on his face but Gunther only snorted, spitting on his face.

"I would rather lick a dog's feet than lick yours." He responded swiftly.

Williams could not believe the words that he just heard as his anger spiked. 

The security officer tried to hold him back but he swiftly pushed them away.

"I quit." He finally muttered the words from his mouth.

The recording phone beeped at such irregular intervals that it almost fell down.

Messages kept on coming in at regular intervals.

Gunther turned around towards Ariel, the pain still sticking in his heart staring right into her eyes.

"You are going to regret this." He muttered the words from his mouth.

Immediately he spat out the words from his mouth, she burst out into laughter, so hard that a drop of tear escaped from his mouth.

"And how do you think that you are going to do that? Rub off your poverty on me? Stop being so pathetic already." He replied.

With a sudden swift, he stormed out from the place, walking right into the street without a course of direction.

Williams was fumming with anger, his hard clutched so hard until it made a popping sound.

“Fool. I am going to make sure that you pay for this with your life or you will never be able to sho your face again in public.” Williams swore under his breath, ready to use any means possible to fulfill his aims.

He stared at his wristwatch as he made his way towards the hospital to check on his sick mother.

Getting there, his mother was on her sick bed, unconscious and the beeping machine made a strange sound at the other end.

Staring right into his eyes seemed to let down all his guards as the pain squashed down on him like a block of ice.

Memories flooded through his mind. She wasn't his real mother, ready, his foster mother.

He had lost his parents in a car accident at a very tender age and he could barely remember their faces.

Expect from the loud screams that worked him up every night as a child

And when everyone and everything turned against him, she took him like his angel, sent right from heaven.

 His hands were clenched to prevent the pain from gushing out from his eyes, his heart still beating hard against his chest as though it was going to burst through.

He stared at his wristwatch once again. He had a few more hours before his mom's medical fee was going to expire.

"I will have to find a way." He muttered swiftly under his breath, his heart racing faster.

He stormed off from the hospital, still walking like someone who had been stripped of his life.

As he walked, he could hear strange sounds behind him. Making him turn around slowly to see who it was.

But he could hardly see anyone behind him. 

"Stop making this out in your head Gunther." He said to himself.

But with every single step that he took, the sound seemed to grow louder in his ears.

Turning around, he noticed someone behind him with a cigarette in his hands, his teeth all blackened out.

Gunther's face farrowed, Adrenaline already flooding swiftly through his vines as he paused.

The stranger who looked more like a thug moved forward toward him, and soon, there were others.

Two, three, four, Gunther had been technically surrounded already.

His face spun around in fright as the realization of what was before him hit him hard.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He inquired but it only made the first man who seemed to be their leader chuckle.

"That's the wrong question that you should be asking. The question now is who sent it and why we were sent." He replied with a dark smile on his face.

His heart continued to race fast, beating hard against his chest as though it was going to burst through.

"But I don't think that it's much of a question because you might be able to answer that for yourself." He Said further.

Random thoughts ran through Gunther's head as to who could be the actual mastermind behind all of that.

Thoughts running through his head but there was just a name that kept on resounding in his head and just wouldn't go off.

"Williams." He finally muttered.

A smile hovered on the lips of his capture immediately he spat out the words from his mouth.

"You got it right on the spot." He replied

He dropped his cigarettes to the floor and smashed it hard, making a cold shiver go down his spine.

"That was exactly what we were told to do to you." Be shivered at the word.

They were enclosed gradually towards him as his heart continued to race faster not even knowing what to do.

They soon got over to him, spilling him off to the floor as he rolled himself into a ball, knowing exactly what was coming next for him.

Blows flung towards his direction as he shielded his hands with his face, his heart continuing to beat against his chest.

Blood gushed out from every single part of his body as he groaned in pain, wanting to pass out as he could hardly breathe anymore.

But suddenly, there was a pause.

He could hear the sound of moving vehicles, followed by a strange calm.

"Are they gone already?" He thought, still frightened to even open up his eyes, even for a single moment.

But slowly, he eventually opened up his eyes. He noticed one of the gang leaders peeing on his body as he shivered.

Confusion flooded his face as to what was going on but he could hardly see a single thing that laid before him.

Soon, they split apart, making a straight line toward his direction.

Gunther shivered with fear as a large lump went down his spine like a stone going down a rocky tunnel.

A lady in a classic suit, clothed with so much elegance made her way swiftly towards him staring at him right in the eyes.

His face blew off with so much anger, seeing Gunther in such a pitiful state.

"You fools. How can you do this to a human being?" She growled under her breath, making them pee on their pants.

"Who sent you? Start spilling out names already." She thundered under her breath.

He wondered why they were so afraid of her. Her demeanor was softer but it seemed to have a stronger connection than he could ever imagine.

Like they had known each other from somewhere else.

"We are sorry boss. It was Williams Drake. He was the one that sent us to beat him up." They replied.

"That spoiled brat. It's high time that he is taught a really good lesson."

He beckoned on the others who were right behind her, commanding them with her swaying hands.

"Beat them up until they plead for mercy." She finally ordered.

Her words were soon preceded by flying kicks, shots, and loud yells. Groans of pain and soon, they all passed out.

The strange Lady made her way towards him. He shivered with fear at the sight of what just happened to the thugs.

"So much trouble for one day." He muttered under his breath.

From what he heard them saying, he could tell that she was a Mafia boss. And from stories that he heard, they were always ruthless.

She continued to walk towards him finally going down to his level when she finally got to him she muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to hear

"Young master Gunther. I am sorry for coming late hence none of this should have happened. I deserve to be punished." She muttered with every single trace of respect as she bowed.

Everyone followed suit with a really strange chant that got him even more confused than he was already.

"Young Master?" He returned the words almost immediately.