Chapter 30
Hate Betrayal The Most
[Xavier’s POV]
I stared at the closed door for an unknown amount of time. With my senses returning to me, I looked around to make sure that no one had just witnessed our argument. Satisfied that nobody was around, I allowed myself to think. I still couldn't believe that she slammed the door in my face. How dare she do such a thing? I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck. In all honesty, I couldn’t blame her. I had been unreasonable and callous. I probably deserved it.
Wait, why am I overanalyzing this? So what if she was offended? I was just stating common knowledge about the appearance of her behavior. Looking back at her door, I had a good mind to bang on the door until she apologized for her rudeness. But, we were in a hotel and that would make too much noise.
“Ugh, whatever,” I huffed as I headed towards my room.
My eyes drifted down the hall and landed on a certain door. “Soon, very soon,” I mumbled and I went into my room.
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My alarmed chimed as the clock struck two in the morning. My eyes turned dark in anticipation. Finally, I was going hunting. I shrugged on my black hoodie that hid my face and threw on a jacket.
Walking over to the dresser, I pulled out my newest treasure from the top drawer and admired it for a moment before shoving it into the back of my jeans. Quietly, I opened my door and walked towards my target. The dim lights illuminated the empty hallway and I took a moment to adjust my hoodie. Scanning the area one last time, I took out the key that I had copied earlier.
Easing the door open, I heard moans of pleasure and the creaking of a bed coming from the room. Inwardly cringing, I moved silently into the room. I didn’t care if he was fucking a duck. I was taking care of this while I had the chance.
“Evening. Am I disturbing you?”
Disgusted, I looked down at the man who had his pants half way down as he hovered over a half naked redheaded girl. Even in the moonlit room, I could see their horrified expressions as they saw me.
Abruptly standing and jerking up his pants, Mr. Brighton shouted, “Who the hell are you? How did you get in here? You’re going to regret this. I'm the chief member of the Dragon Party!”
Remaining silent, I watched as his expression turned from rage to fear. Oh, it was a delicious sight. As he didn’t recognize me, I was able to enjoy the moment more than I had intended too. I had already instructed Scott to cut the power to the room and I smiled as Mr. Brighton tried to turn on the lights.
Surrounded by darkness, my eyes drifted to the girl who was scrambling around for her clothes. She looked to be about twenty-three or around the same age as Iris. Rage and disgust filled my chest as my gaze snapped back to old man. This young girl was doing exactly what I had accused Iris of doing not three hours ago. Maybe I did deserve her slamming the door in my face? Why am I even thinking about her right now? I have a job to do!
Swallowing my anger, I gestured for the girl to leave. She flew out of the room and Brighton, as if losing the strength of his legs, flopped down to sit on the bed.
Looking towards the door, he tried calling the girl back. “Hey! Mar—”
“Shut up.”
He instantly quieted. Sauntering over to the red couch, I brushed off the cushion and sat down, leisurely crossing my legs. I couldn’t stop grinning as I watched him break out into a cold sweat. He scanned me for any weapons and after not seeing anything suspicious, his body relaxed a bit.
His voice came out shakily as he asked, “W-what do you want from me?”
I answered in a ragged tone, “Your phone.”
His eyes widened in shock. “My, my phone is worth two thousand dollars. I can give you double that.”
My eyes dimmed in annoyance. Denying me was not the best idea right now.
“Heh. But you see, Mr. Brighton, my time is worth billions. All I’m asking is for your phone. Stop wasting my time and hand it over or I might do something unpleasant.”
Swallowing hard, he asked, “Like what?”
I chuckled. “Hmmm, maybe the headlines in tomorrow’s papers will tell of your nasty habit of fucking and using girls that are about the same age as your daughter. I do have video footage of what just took place a few minutes ago. Wanna see?”
His face paled in anger as he stuttered, “W-when did y-you?”
I reached inside the chest pocket of my jacket to show the mini camera, but at seeing my action he jumped off the bed.
“Alright! I’ll get it!” he yelled, misinterpreting my actions.
“Well, this works too,” I murmured as I watched him walk to the head of the bed.
He reached under his pillow and in turn I pulled out my pride and joy. The Desert Eagle glinted in the moonlight and Brighton immediately froze. His breathing was becoming unsteady and I could tell he was starting to break under the pressure. Seeing the man reach new heights of terror was wonderfully satisfying. Sweat beaded down the man’s wrinkled face as he pulled out his own gun from underneath the pillow.
Loving how the cold steel felt in my hand, I smiled sinisterly at the old man and gestured for him to lay his gun aside. Not seeing him comply, I pulled the hammer back.
“I’m afraid that I don’t have time to play stupid games with you, Mr. Brighton. I will not tell you again.”
I could hear him as he gulped in fear and hesitantly, after putting his gun to the side, reached back under his pillow to grab his phone.
Brighton’s hands were shaking as he put the phone on the coffee table that was in front of me. Turning the phone on, I had to threaten him once more for the password. He submitted quicker this time.
Hastily, I looked through his call logs and messages. After reading a few of his conversations, my blood started to boil. I knew it. He was the mole. He was the one who was leaking information about me to the press and creating oppositions against my political opinions. My eyes flashed up at him dangerously. I needed more information. God only knew what other schemes he had planned. Inhaling a deep breath, I knew that I couldn’t kill him right now. However, it was extremely tempting.
Shoving his phone into my pocket, I stood up.
“Don't utter a single sound until I’m out of here or else, Mr. Brighton, I won't hesitate to empty my magazine into that soft head of yours.”
Nodding emphatically, he cried, “I won't! I promise!”
Nope, still wasn’t enough. I kicked his groin, making him double over. Pleasure filled me as I saw him cowering and groaning in pain. Cursing, I stormed towards the door. If I stayed in this room a minute more, I was going to beat the man to death and I couldn’t do that—yet. Stepping out into the corridor, I ensured that no one was around before I closed Brighton’s door.
With this small mission complete, I felt I was one step closer to my goal. Glancing down at my watch, I grinned. A half past two, right on schedule. I didn’t trust anyone else to handle a situation like this and I was unlikely to be a suspect in the matter if Brighton decided to make a big deal about it.
Carefully making my way towards my room, I clenched my hands. I was tired of people trying to ruin my reputation so that my party would fall. Well, that wasn’t going to happen since I would never give anyone a chance to hurt me because I hated betrayal the most.
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