At a high-end company. On one of their offices on one of its one hundred floors, a man yelled aggressively into the phone.
"What do you mean you fail?"
The person on the phone hurriedly answered, "I'm sorry sir. Someone blocked the shot, so our sniper failed."
"Just what the fuck did you do? It's just a simple task and you tell me you can't even finish it? Why in hell did I fucking raise useless people like you?" The man yelled again.
With the feeling of intense anger, he ended the call immediately.
"Fucking useless!!!" In a fit of rage, the man threw his phone against the wall.
Along with throwing his phone, he violently slides both of his hands over the desk 'causing the items above the desk to fall to the floor with a loud thud and crush sound.
The secretary who is standing to the side tries to calm the man down.
"Sir! Sir! Calm down! Let's call your friend for advice. I'm sure he'll know what to do." The secretary tried to calm the man, even though he himself was terrified—he stopped his own reactions as he knew that any sign of panic could enrage his boss even more.
Vinjan Maxwell felt a little relief at the mention of a 'friend.'
'Yes, that's right! Chris might be able to help me decide what to do next.' Vinjan realized.
Vinjan adjusted his suit collar, slowly sliding his hands downward to smooth the crumpled fabric from his earlier movements. It was as if nothing had happened.
He then reaches out his hand through the secretary.
Without further ado, the secretary abruptly produced a second smartphone and handed Vinjan that one.
Before the person he contacted finally picked up, the phone rang repeatedly.
Vinjan snapped, "Why didn't you answer your phone immediately?"
"Vin you------" Before Chris finished his words.
The two suddenly heard gunfire coming from both outside and inside the office.
"What the hell is going on!!! Chris!!! CHRIS!!!!" Shouted Vinjan, who is dumbfounded with the sudden change of situation.
'Who the fucking dare to treat me like this!!'
"Call the bodyguards!!" Vinjan ordered the secretary--who is ducking desperately to avoid the bullets while shivering-- as he took refuge under his desk.
"S--Sir. . . . I-I'm o-on it. . ." The secretary stuttered while he fished out his phone but unfortunately, he was shot through his head when he slightly raised his head to take a call.
"Shit. . .shit. .. .shit .. . ." Vinjan curse.
The gunshots eventually ceased as a cold hard item touched the back of his head after some time of flying bullets.
Vinjan's face and body begin to unexpectedly break out in cold sweats.
"W-who are you? W-what d-do you want?" Vinjan stutteringly questioned.
He's scared. He didn't want to die just like this. The person who was holding a gun to his head remained silent.
"NO!! DON'T KILL ME!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT I CAN ALL GIVE IT TO YOU JUST SAY IT!!" Vinjan shouted panickedly when he didn't hear a response from the man who held the gun which was pointing at him.
As a result of being so terrified that he nearly peed, Vinjan is already on his frantic estate. The dignified young master he formerly portrayed is nowhere to be found.
Because in front of the man now is a man with dishevelled clothes. His face was smeared with dirt from the debris—vases and other objects—that had fallen around him. He was crying uncontrollably, so terrified that mucus dripped from his nose.
'Who the hell is he? What did I do wrong? Who ordered him to kill me?' Vinjan pondered in silence, his mind constantly turning to the people he hurt and offended.
The man behind him remarked icily, "I don't want anything. You just touch what you shouldn't."
A body fell into the room after a loud bang. It was as if the man wanted to make absolutely sure Vinjan was dead. He fired endlessly, not stopping until his bullets ran out, paying no mind to the blood splattering and staining his handsome face
"Serves you right." Astera uttered. Now stained with blood on his face and body. A cold smile slowly crept across his lips.
'That's what you get when you touch one of ours, especially our precious brother.' Astera thought.
He slowly turned to face the others who are now present in the room.
All of them held their guns, and, like Astera, they bore small bloodstains across their bodies.
"Well done." the eldest son Astera Maxwell Deveraux said with ease, clearly satisfied.
Only standing in front of his brothers with complete poise, he portrayed the ultimate boss—so domineering. With that dangerous look, his handsomeness seemed to shine even brighter.
The second son, Redge Andrex Deveraux. The third son, Grayheme Scott Deveraux. And their youngest, Aero Ezra Deveraux, remained silent, simply grinning pleasantly.
When one of them was hurt, the Deveraux family would never back down or concede. Those who wronged them would surely pay what they owed. There would be no exceptions!