Chapter 6 The Revenge

Carson collapsed to the ground while continuing to hold his wife to his chest. Stephanie had left him but his heart didn't want to accept it. Minutes later, he wiped his tears away. "Luke", he called the chief of security.

The man who was already waiting for his boss's orders in the visitors hall, at once reached him. "I'm sorry for ma'am's loss, sir."

Carson ignored his condolence and asked sternly. "Who is the culprit?"

Luke looked down. "Sir, it is Devon, the new recruiter. You appointed him a week ago when he said he needed urgent employment because his wife was sick and suffering from cancer. He had allowed this killer inside the mansion and he is actually Grover's man."

A cluck sound rebelled in the throat of Carson. He held the palm of Stephanie in his and squeezed it. "I expect, you already took care of the bastard." He spat the word with unbridled wrath.

Luke nodded. "He was dead before ma'am passed away."

"Do not call her 'passed away.' She is alive, my Stephanie is much alive. Look, she is sleeping in my arms." Carson strongly admonished.

Luke only nodded and did not say anything. He knew his boss was in shock, he loved his wife very much.

"Get my complete security on an alert. We are shortly going to vandalize everything in Grover." Carson got up with Stephanie in his arms and placed her on the bed gingerly. "Baby, I will come back shortly to take care of you. Sleep till then."

In a jet speed the vehicles reached the premises of Grover's house. One by one the security guards of Carson took their positions and killed each one of Grover's men without a notice in a blink of an eye like lions hunting in ferality.

One of the men took down the revolver in Carson's hand. The latter pummeled his fist into his belly and the man fell to the floor crying in pain.

Like a man possessed by a spirit, Carson barged inside Grover's house. Pulling out the sword attached to a wall in the scabbard, he strode inside the rooms in a wild fury. He cracked somebody's jaw, punched into the belly of someone and stroked the shit out of every minion who came across him.

Carson was now hosting his most uncontrollable beastly state. He kept killing everyone with the sword, thwacking the head out of the body in the most cruel way.

"Please do not kill me. I'm sorry. I made a mistake by killing your wife." Grover fell at his feet asking for mercy.

"Mistake? You made a mistake? You killed my wife and you call it just a mistake? You touch mine, I touch yours. You kill one of my men, I kill ten of yours." Carson kicked Grover with his leg like he was a piece of trash.

He then punched him on his nose. "This is from my wife. Stephanie, are you seeing this? See your killer is weeping here, pleading mercy by falling at my feet. Should I allow him to live? Yes, I know your answer." Carson looked towards the sky and then stared back at Grover who had fallen to the floor and was crying holding his shoes.

He whacked his face with his shoe clad leg like he was playing football. Grover spewed blood from his mouth with the intensity of the stroke.

Carson took the sword and slammed it into his chest repeatedly. His wife was hiding behind the curtains restraining her sobs by clipping her hand to her lips.

Carson pulled the curtain aside and looked at her, his eyes softening. "Don't fear. I'm not unscrupulous like your husband, I don't attack women and children."

Making the path he walked to a burial filled with bleeding bodies, Carson went to the entrance sitting on a huge round shaped rock in the middle of the garden. He looked ahead at the house which now looks no better than sepulture. The sword in his hand was covered in blood with red drops falling on the grass perpetually.

Carson Campbell - People address him as a seraph for he looks at their problems without asking, like a mother towards her infant. When evil triumphs the good, the ethical entrepreneur loses his patience and becomes a mafia don. He is the devil who could even shake Hades by his changed form. Nobody should mistake his compassion for cowardice. He is good to everyone because he is humane but when someone goes cannibal, benevolence is not what the person is going to remember about him.

He would start the farming to remove the weeds which are in the disguise of gentlemen. When wickedness expels Goodness, he is born as a numen to win over knavery. God cannot be everywhere, so he created an Angel to fight for his people and build a society with selflessness. Carson Campbell is not a man to be meddled. He possesses the heart of a flower but when evil strikes, he is a predator, a proponent of justice ready to rip the carnivore out of his bones.

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