CINDERELLA AND THE BAD BOYS - CHAPTER 103&104
Some moments earlier ***
In the dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with tension, Mr. Maxiliano, Mr. Walter, and Mr. Milian found themselves bound to chairs. The cold, unyielding metal pressed against their wrists as they sat in a tense tableau of captivity. Surrounded by gunmen, the three men exchanged wary glances. They avoid direct talking on order to avert suspicion.
Their loyal bodyguards, sprawled on the ground after a fierce struggle, seemed temporarily incapacitated. The air hummed with the low murmur of the gunmen, their faces obscured by shadows, creating an ominous backdrop to the unfolding drama.
Despite their dire situation, a silent determination flickered in the eyes of Mr. Maxiliano, Mr. Walter, and Mr. Milian. Each man, seasoned in the cutthroat world they navigated, recognized the importance of this moment and the need for a strategic escape plan.
Mr. Maxiliano, the shrewd strategist among them, tilted his head slightly, signaling a silent exchange of ideas. Mr. Walter, the father of Theo known for his quick thinking in tight spots, raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment. Mr. Milian, a man of action, flexed his fingers discreetly, testing the constraints that bound him.
Their captors, confident in their perceived victory, watched with a nonchalant air as the three men subtly communicated. Little did the gunmen know that within the minds of their captives, a plan was slowly taking shape.
Mr. Walter, ever the smooth talker, began engaging their captors in a distracting conversation. He played the role of a captive businessman, weaving words with precision to divert attention. Meanwhile, Mr. Maxiliano, keenly observing the gunmen’s movements, identified a moment of vulnerability.
A nod between the captives signaled the initiation of their plan. Mr. Milian, leveraging his physical prowess, feigned a moment of weakness, causing the chair to creak ominously. The gunmen, momentarily distracted, shifted their focus toward the apparent struggle.
This was the signal the bodyguards needed.
With a burst of synchronized movement, the bodyguards, previously thought incapacitated, sprang into action. They dragged down the gun of three men at once and plunged towards them.
The gunmen aimed to $h00t but one kicked the gun of his hand. The guns were now laying on the floor in between the bodyguards and the men.
The air crackled with tension as the three bodyguards, faced off against the five gunmen in the confined space of the warehouse. The atmosphere was charged with a palpable intensity as both sides prepared for the imminent clash.
The bodyguards, a formidable trio of strength and agility, moved with calculated precision. Each step was deliberate, their eyes scanning the gunmen for any signs of weakness. The gunmen, armed and ready, spread out strategically, forming a semi-circle around the bodyguards.
The first move came from the lead gunman, who lunged forward with a swift jab. The bodyguards, however, anticipated the attack. The agile bodyguard on the left dodged the jab gracefully, countering with a well-timed kick that sent the gunman stumbling backward.
Simultaneously, the other two bodyguards engaged their adversaries. The second bodyguard, a master of hand-to-hand combat, weaved through the gunmen’s advances with fluid movements. He delivered a series of rapid strikes, disabling one of the gunmen with a precise elbow to the midsection.
The third bodyguard, faced off against two gunmen. With a combination of blocks and parries, he ski||fully disarmed one of the assailants, turning the stolen weapon against the other. The resounding clash of metal echoed through the warehouse as the tide began to turn in favor of the bodyguards.
In a daring move, the specialist disarmed another gunman, utilizing the stolen weapon to create a temporary shield. He deflected incoming shots, providing cover for his fellow bodyguards to maneuver strategically.
The gunmen, caught off guard by the bodyguards’ proficiency, regrouped and adjusted their tactics. Shots rang out in rapid succession, the warehouse reverberating with the sound of gunfire. The bodyguards, undeterred, utilized a combination of evasive maneuvers and well-timed counterattacks.
The bodyguards, having gained the upper hand, moved with a synchronicity that bordered on choreography. Every step was a testament to their honed ski||s and heightened situational awareness.
The agile bodyguard, his movements akin to a predatory dance, weaved through the remaining gunmen with a feline grace. His footwork was precise, each step calculated to evade bullets while maintaining an optimal position for a counterstrike. He leapt and rolled with a gymnast’s finesse, closing the distance with the remaining assailants.
The hand-to-hand combat expert exhibited a controlled aggression in his approach. Every movement was deliberate, a calculated strike aimed at disabling his opponents efficiently. He seamlessly transitioned between offensive and defensive maneuvers, his footwork grounding him in a stance that exuded both power and agility.
As the bodyguards closed in on the gunmen, their collective movements formed an intricate ballet of combat. The rhythmic sound of footsteps, punctuated by the occasional clash of metal, echoed through the warehouse.
The agile bodyguard, exploiting his surroundings, leapt off crates and swung from exposed pipes, utilizing the vertical space to disorient his adversaries. He moved with calculated precision but just as he was about to dive an opponent, a bullet drilled into his forehead plunging him to the floor.
“Not so fast.” Paxton walked into the scene with a revolver on his hand and he was pointing it directly at the bodyguard whom was also pointing a gun at him.
“Take them out of here, I’ll deal with him.” Said the Bodyguard holding the gun not taking eyes of Paxton as they moved in circle.
Fortunately, the men already got freed, so they follow the lead of the other bodyguard and the four exuent the room leaving Paxton and their last companion.
“Coast clear.” The bodyguard announced and signaled the men to follow suit. They walked swiftly and cautiously through the labyrinthine corridor. Each steps moving in rhythmic pattern.
The bodyguard leads the way with his short gun. He was moving like a trained personnel he’s. Everything was going on fine, not until they heard the creaking sound of a door.
Before they could think of what next, the door burst open, clamping the bodyguard to the wall. A hefty man rushed out of the room and punched the door which broke into two halves almost immediately followed by the grunt of the bodyguard.
The hefty man grabbed him by the shoulder and right in their very presence, ripped off his neck.
The moment the bodyguard fell on the floor, Mr. Maxiliano moved closer digging his knife into the hefty’s man stomach.
The hefty man eyes widened, he grabbed him by the shoulder and flinged him to the wall.
Mr. Milian didn’t give him a breathing space. He dived the hefty man instantly but he missed. Still yet, that doesn’t stop him from not kicking the back of his knee.
The hefty man goes down on a knee and Mr. Walter didn’t hesitate befire crashing a punch on his face. A blow that caused his eyes to roll in.
“I’ve been through all of this before, Motherf-__-ker .” Mr. Walter grunt and made to punch him again but he got hold of his hand.
He stared deep into his eyes and a smirk appeared on his face.
That smirk.. Mr. Walter recognized it.. He could feel the pain with the way the man grabbed his hand. He’s aiming straight for his esophagus. He could feel it… The heat, his hand was moving slowly.
Maxiliano seems injured and Milian is already exhausted. This is a dead end for him. At least, he’ll die with honor. He closed his eyes, embracing his faith.
Just then he heard the sound of gunshot and his eyes flickered open just to see Cinderella pointing a gun at him..
His heart skipped a beat but then he realized she was the one that shot down the hefty men, saving him from his sudden death.
But why is she still pointing the gun at him? She love the look on his face. He looks terrified and surprised.
“What if I blow off your head right now?” She asked, placing her hand on the trigger and he smirked.
“I’m always ready for death.” Mr. Walter replied with a shrug and she smirked before lowering her gun.
Immediately, another man rushed out of the room but another bullet strucked his head.
Theo rushed into the scene and helped Mr. Maxiliano up.
“We have to go.” He said to the trio.
“This way.” Cinderella beckoned and they all followed her. Mr. Maxiliano picked up a gun as he followed suit while Cinderella lead the way. His head was bleeding due to the contact with the wall.
They all exuent the warehouse and a red car was already waiting outside for them.
“Robel.” Cinderella giggled happily which caused Theo to grin. Mr. Walter noticed this and couldn’t help but chuckle.
They all entered the car one after the other. Mr. Maxiliano was the last to enter and at that point, someone was rushing out of the warehouse.
It turned out to be Paxton.. His face was all bloody. Robel ignited the car into life while Paxton stood his ground.
“You forgot someone.” He cried out and Mr. Maxiliano tilted his neck to his direction.
He pulled the trigger at once and the bullet swooshed into the air.
“Move..” They all cried out, the car jerked as Robel control it before zooming off, followed by multiple gunshots.
“Pheew.. That was a close call.” Mr. Milian exhaled heavily.
Mr. Walter hasn’t recovered from the shock of being saved by Cinderella.. Someone he caused pain.. Things he doesn’t wanna remember and it’s all Denver’s fault.
“I’ll make him pay.” He said to himself.. Lost in his thought.
“Dad..” Theo tapped, jolting him out of his thought.
He forced a smile and tilted his gaze leftward just to see Mr. Maxiliano resting his head on the seat with his eyes closed.
“Max.. Max..” He called, tapping him profusely but the latter refused to open his eyes. Instead, he fell on Mr. Walter’s lap and that was when it became visible that a bullet has drilled into his skull.
The tension in the car change immediately… Everyone was silent including Cinderella. Mr. Milian from the front seat rushed and checked his pulse then slowly sank back into his seat.
“He’s gone.”
To be continue