Gun 05

Third Person

When Louis arrived at the basement, he immediately glared at Volstrige because of the disruption he had caused between him and Elaine.

“You should know the consequences of what you did,” the young man growled as he slowly took out one of his favorite pistols, the Beretta 92 that origined from Italy. Jacob had given it to him when he returned to the Philippines to celebrate his new business in alcoholic beverages.

Volstrige immediately hid behind Alex, but Brennon quickly pulled him out. “Boss, please shoot this womanizer. He almost got me into trouble because of him,” Brennon complained, laughing. Volstrige’s face was unreadable.

“Are you an idiot? I didn’t do anything wrong to you!” Volstrige yelled. The two started arguing, causing Louis to frown.

“Stop wasting my fucking time. I have things to do, lead the way,” Louis said authoritatively. Both of them lowered their heads and began leading Louis to where they had captured the spy.

Louis had been thinking about going home, not because he was sleepy, but because he wanted to lay next to Elaine to sleep.

“Damn. The things those guys are saying. The boss will definitely get angrier when he hears it,” Brennon whispered, as if gossiping with his friend.

Louis stayed silent until they reached a room in the basement where the spies were held. They had hidden them in the basement where the other hostages were locked up whom they hadn’t killed yet because they were still useful.

As they got into the elevator, the two continued whispering like fleas.

“Can you believe it? Boss is already having sex with his wife? I think they just met today, right?” Volstrige whispered.

Brennon raised an eyebrow at what he said. “Are you stupid? You’re the one having sex with women you just picked up from bars. If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut. You might meet your father in heaven if you're not careful,” Brennon said, laughing, while Volstrige continued to laugh.

“I’m more scared of—” He stopped when he saw Louis pointing the gun at him.

“I’m more scared of you, boss, of course,” Volstrige said, scratching his head. Just then, the elevator door opened, revealing the men guarding that area.

“Where are the idiots?” Volstrige asked as their co-mafias walked slowly and stopped at the fifth cell.

It was not just one spy, but three.

“Who sent you to spy on us, huh?” Volstrige asked, sounding arrogant.

The three spies didn’t back down and responded, “Hotdog!”

“Well, you sons of bitches!” Volstrige shouted and pulled out his revolver. One of the spies just smiled at them, seemingly unafraid of what might happen to him.

“Revolver? Who’s scared of that? Low quality!” the spy said, testing Volstrige’s patience.

Volstrige immediately shot him on the thigh. The spy fell to the ground. “It’s a revolver, but you won’t have any legs when you leave here. That is, if you make it out,” Volstrige teased, laughing.

In truth, even if the spies wouldn’t admit it, they were already certain that Zap had sent them.

“You’re foolish. Even if you kill all three of us, you’ll never run out of spies in your organization. This person might even be in a high position,” said one of the spies who was so thin he looked like a walking corpse.

“Who are you talking about?” Brennon asked.

They were shocked when the spy suddenly collapsed on the floor. He was shot to the head.

“I think he was getting too noisy,” Alex, who had just arrived, said. The remaining two spies’ eyes widened at their now dead companion.

“Prepare yourself, Louis Montemayor, because your organization is about to fall!” one of the spies said while writhing in pain from the bullet in his thigh.

“You’re so noisy,” Louis calmly said and ended the man’s life.

Now, only one remained, so Louis immediately aimed his gun at him.

“Speak or die,” Louis said, striking fear into the last spy.

“Please . . . don’t kill me. I have a family I need to go back to. It wasn’t Zap who sent us, it was the Lombardis.” The spy trembled.

“Release him,” Louis ordered, shocking Volstrige.

“Boss, if we release him, he might just report us to Zap,” Volstrige said. Louis ignored him, so they were forced to release the man.

“Thank you, Mr. Montemayor. You are truly kind,” the man said. Louis only gave him a terrifying smile.

“Run as fast as you can,” Louis said, which confused his companions.

“In three,” the young man began counting. The spy hurriedly ran towards the elevator.

“Two.”

“One.” Louis shot the man in the left chest who had just entered the elevator. He died instantly.

He moved too slowly. What a waste. He didn’t make it in time to escape when Louis had given him a chance.

“Clean the mess. I'm going home,” Louis said.

They slowly moved the spy’s body out of the elevator so that Louis could ride it.

“Boss, I really thought you were going to let the spy go. You still have incredible skill with guns,” Volstrige complimented.

Louis just walked past him. “Don’t ever disturb me again, call Kaizer instead,” Louis said and Volstrige immediately nodded. His men bowed their heads as Louis walked toward the elevator.

When he finally got home, it was already 4 a.m.. He quickly went up to his room which was now his and Elaine’s. He saw her wearing an oversized shirt—something she surely had borrowed from Louis since she hadn’t brought any clothes with her.

She was sound asleep, so Louis didn’t wake her to tell her he was back. He gently lay beside her and held her chest under her shirt.

The girl's scent was truly addictive. Louis pressed his nose against her neck and began to inhale her scent.

Soon after, Louis fell into a deep sleep, his hands still inside Elaine’s T-shirt.

Louis woke up from a bad dream. The death of his favorite nanny still haunted him. Since then, no one had been able to replace her, no matter who his father hired.

He looked at the clock and realized he hadn't had enough sleep. It was only eight in the morning, but it still felt like nighttime in his room because of the window.

He looked at Elaine who was still sound asleep, and approached her to kiss her lips.

“Good morning, wife,” he softly said. Elaine still didn’t wake up, so Louis had an idea. He quickly went down to where she was, and she was only wearing panties.

Elaine stirred when she felt movement near her lower body.

“Uhm, Mr. Montemayor, what are you doing?” she asked. She felt him stop for a moment to answer her.

“I’m eating my breakfast,” he replied, causing Elaine to blush in embarrassment.

“I’m awake, can you stop now?” Elaine asked shyly. He didn’t stop until she felt herself nearing a climax.

“I’m c-coming,” Elaine stammered. She didn’t know where to look, and soon after, she arched her back as she felt something digging in her belly and felt the liquid spill, which Louis just licked. When Elaine realized it, she quickly covered her face out of embarrassment.

“Good morning, wife. Your juice is so sweet,” Louis said, and kissed her on the forehead. Elaine immediately glared at him, which confused Louis.

“Don’t you like it, wife?” Louis asked.

“I wish you had woken me up before doing that,” Elaine said. Louis just laughed, causing Elaine to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny? Forget it!” Elaine said, pouting. Louis immediately lifted her in a bridal carry.

“The purpose of it is to wake you up. So why should I tell you first? And besides, you were sleeping like a log. It’s hard to wake you up,” Louis complained. Elaine didn’t respond because she was still too shy.

“Hey, wife. Are you still mad?” Louis asked. Elaine still didn’t speak, so Louis continued walking, holding her with both hands.

When they reached the kitchen, Louis gently placed her on the counter and put on an apron.

“What are you doing?” Elaine asked, noticing he seemed to have something planned.

“I’ll make our breakfast,” Louis said, grabbing the kitchen knife and cutting board, which were neatly placed near the stove.

Elaine was confused as to why there were two stoves in Louis’ mansion. Was cooking a hobby of his?

“Do you cook?” Elaine asked, curious. It seemed strange that someone as wealthy as him, and who was in a mafia organization, knew how to cook proper meals.

“Yeah. Someone taught me how to cook before,” Louis said. Elaine’s eyes widened. Who taught him how to cook?

“Who?” She was curious.

Louis didn’t answer because he was busy cooking. Elaine approached him to ask again, but since he didn’t respond, she went back to her seat and sighed.

“Wife, it’s not important. Stay in the chair, and I’ll cook for you,” Louis said, so Elaine stopped pestering him. He turned on the stove to start cooking.

“Do you want me to help you?” Elaine asked since she was used to cooking for her father. She suddenly wondered how her father was doing. Maybe he was really worried about her.

“No, just stay there and let me serve you,” Louis said, and Elaine nodded because she couldn’t refuse his smile.

After a few minutes, he was done cooking. He even arranged the food on the plate to make it look presentable.

“Wow, your cooking looks delicious. You’re quite talented,” Elaine said, her eyes sparkling from the way Louis had arranged the food.

On one plate, there was steak, strawberries, eggs, and waffles. While on another was garlic rice with tocino and bacon. Elaine didn’t know where to start tasting. Louis poured a glass of milk for her and black coffee for himself.

“Let’s eat.”

Elaine immediately stopped him. “Let’s pray first!”

Louis cleared his throat and nodded.

They began eating, and silence dawned on them, but Louis spoke first to break the silence. “Your dad will be coming here today,” he said, which made Elaine smile because she was finally going to see her father again.

“Thank you,” Elaine said, and Louis nodded. After a while, they finished eating, and Louis went to shower since he had work to do.

“Wife, call me when something happens. Goodbye.” Louis kissed her on the lips before leaving with his suitcase.

Elaine went to the living room to read a book. In the middle of reading, the doorbell interrupted her, so she quickly ran to check if it was her father. But when she opened the door, she was disappointed.

“Where’s Louis?” the woman asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Who could this woman be?