Legacy Revealed: Rise Of Marco Lourd

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Marco wasn’t hurt or offended by the insults he hurled at him, rather at the girl he loved sitting there on the bed, seeming to be enjoying the way her new boyfriend is treating him.

It stung deeper than his words, slicing through his body with a edge sharper than a knife.

“Are you listening to me? I said apologize for yelling at her.” He requested again.

Marco’s eyes trailed away from Gina, setting back to facing the man in front of him with his hand scrupling his collar.

“Get your eyes off me.” His hard voice released the command, the tone matching his gaze that morphed a threatening expression back to him.

He snorted at his demeanor, not fazed by his appearance. “I said apologize to her right now if you don’t want your face getting bloody, because I won’t ask again.” He repeated himself to Marco.

Marco let out a light scoff, rolling his tongue through his bottom teeth. His brows slanted up in a curve looking back up at him.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” With no warning, Marco placed his both hands on his chest unexpectedly before giving it a hard push that had him staggering to the back and almost loosing balance.

The effect of the push weighted on Marco, he was really weak from all the punches and slaps he took while with the mafia gang. They did a lot to his physical strength and rendered it frail.

“What the fuck!” The other guy exclaimed as he charged toward Marco with force, Marco ducked out of his way, moving his hand to grab him by his neck as he pulled him up about to land a slap on his face.

His strength faltered as he slipped against the wall, giving the latter an upper hand to compose himself and get a perfect hit on Marco.

Marco groaned in slight pain recovering from the punch against his jaw. The guy’s fist curled into another punch as he pushed Marco against the wall with his hand on his chest steadying his position.

He lunged forward punch after punch on his face, without a target and just causing further disruption of his settled face.

Marco endured the pain feeling his hard knuckles invent more and more pain on his face while his girlfriend sat there on the bed enjoying the show.

Marco gathered his strength, rejuvenating his leg into motion, then sending a kick into his crotch that had his action on his face plummeting as he receded backwards.

“I hope you both rot in hell.” Marco voiced in anger mixed with his pain, wiping the red liquid running down his lips.

He turned walking out of the room.

Right before his figure diminished, he heard the both of them talking about him. He heard Gina in particular laughing at how his face was treated.

She told him she was surprised, because Marco have always been good in a physical fight, she was surprised Dren got him good.

Marco knew if he wasn’t weak from the beatings he already received, they both won’t be in this house and rather at the hospital tending to Dren or whatever name he was given.

Marco went out of the house, walking down the street as he ringed his thought of his life. What would he do now?

He took out his phone to call the housekeeper, he had given him his contact number before leaving, but his phone’s battery was down and flat already.

The cold breeze of the atmosphere whipped against his skin as he sat on a bench under the golden streetlight.

Thankfully, his jacket was still on his body. His body laid on the wooden flat surface, straightening his leg, and retiring his vision, he planned to spend the night there out in the street.

The Next Morning.

Marco’s eyes flapped weakly open, the Dawn’s chilliness embracing his weak tired body as he sat up.

There was no option for him, he has determined to accept the change in his life. Especially after his status was not only trampled upon by his ex girlfriend and her new man, but also mocked.

Standing up, he set his feet into motion, walking down the street with the day slowing rising into a sunny one.

After four hours of walking, Marco find himself in front of The Golden House. Awed by the opulence flowing the area. Marco knocked for attention on the big gate that had his last name boldly scripted above it.

The security at the front gate questioned him, eyeing his appearance before he was allowed in on the account he came to meet Anders; The Housekeeper.

Marco entered the building, marveled by the inner interior view that had his jaw dropping. It speaks of wealth and elegance.

He walked in the large building, nescient to his appalling appearance, he walked over to the desk that had a lady behind the counter. She must be the receptionist and would know exactly where Anders is or could inform him about his visit.

Marco walked further, having different sights set on him because of his looks. Feeling the weight of their gazes on him, Marco couldn’t help but glanced around, seeing the richly dressed people in different fancy attires eyeing him with different weird looks.

He was the only one looking worn out of everyone present at the first floor of the mansion. Marco made it to the receptionist, escaping the eyes that trailed after him.

“Hi, please I’m here to see Anders; the housekeeper. Can you direct me to see him or can you point the direction that leads to him?” Marco called out for the lady’s attention requesting in a polite voice.

The brunette haired lady stared at him like others have since he entered, hers holding irritation and disgust as she eyed him from the top to the bottom.

“Who the hell are you? Who let you in? Who said you can come beg here? Who said this place is for beggars?” The lady shouted at him.

“Who let you in this place in the first place. Guards!” She yelled, signaling out as four men with a security dress code appearing out of sight.

“Get this beggar out of my sight!”