RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 406: Blood All Around

I noticed a bit of surprise in Gregory’s eyes as I jumped out of the way of his mad rush.

The powerful stamp he made on the floor when he arrived at my position told me much about how strong he was.

I stood at the edge of the darkness facing him and, with an inviting smile, took a step back, disappearing into the darkness.

"If you entertain me long enough, I might just spare you."

Raaaar!!

From within his mask, a frustrated roar rang out, and hearing a pitiful scream from within the darkness, he charged in.

With mind vision, I could toy with him in the darkness, but the loss of my hand had me vexed, and I wanted to cool off.

I didn’t let him take more than a step into the darkness. With my two arms, I caught his charge, stopping him in his tracks, but his momentum had me taking several steps backwards.

Compared to the hits I had absorbed from Mike and the female ritualist, the energy from Gregory’s charge was nothing.

Before the man could begin his next move, I was done absorbing the impact of his charge and was already in the air, bringing down my leg.

Unfortunately, Gregory noticed my attack before it could hit.

He rolled out of the way, quickly got to his feet, and pushed back at me, arriving at my back in an instant, sending out a high kick.

To his shock, I leaned to the right, escaping his kick, and before he could recover, I swept him off his feet, and while he was still in the air, I kicked him.

Bam!!

I put power in my last hit, and the strong sound that rang out as Gregory collided with the wall was proof of that.

Echo!!

"We still have some more time together. Are you sure you don’t want to kill yourself?"

The red light that flashed above gave Gregory some visibility, but for the kind of opponent I was, I doubted that was enough.

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The sounds of machines whirring came from all around, the room trembling as if it were in motion.

To the side of the door, there was a simple door, but this time, what seemed like a wall rolled to the side, the room I was in lighting up.

The sudden brightness had me blinking; my eyes took some time to adjust to the new environment, and when they did, I stared at the faces on the other end.

"Arrest him."

The person who gave this order was a bald man in clerical robes, the very same bald man I had seen with Pavel some time before.

Immediately the order was given, six men behind the man rushed forward. They quickly made a circle around me and pointed their batons forward.

"Oh," I muttered, as immediately I was encircled, I felt a restrictive field descend on me.

Nothing major had been done, but I could feel my movements had become limited.

"Warden, let’s be calm."

"He just massacred my officers! How can I be calm?" the man raged out, veins popping on his forehead.

On the wall behind me, two skulls had been crushed, on the left of the room lay a body that had been torn in half, to my right, a man was lying in a pool of blood and to my side, just a few steps away, was Gregory’s body on its knees, his head an unhealthy distance away.

The only hope in the room was a man to the side of the wall, passed out.

"You take that up with the Pope.

Marcus, let’s go."

Done speaking, the redhead turned and marched away, and I, without question, followed behind.

The bald man didn’t call off his men. Understanding the feeling of their boss, they strengthened the field, a hum beginning to ring out.

Their effort had my feet struggling to leave the floor, but a package delivered to each of their minds solved the problem.

The six men dropped to the ground like flies, and unhindered, I followed after my handler.

"You didn’t look surprised to see me," Chiara said when I got close to her.

"I know everything."

The rest of our journey from underground was done in silence. I busied my eyes with the architecture I passed on my way, only speaking to Chiara as the helicopter we boarded ascended, hovering above the island.

"Where is this?"

"St. Bernard’s Island. It’s a private property of the Vatican.

The prison it harbours is an international secret, so be tight with your lips."

I silently nodded, but Chiara still had more for me.

"You shouldn’t have killed those men."

"They wanted to torture me."

"Some pain isn’t worth the trouble," Chiara still insisted, her expression tight.

Silently, I lifted my right arm. Chiara’s eyes went to it, critically studying what was left of it.

"How do you feel?"

"The pain doesn’t bother me much. The lack of fingers and a limb is trying to drive me crazy.

If you had come a bit later, you would have had a bloodbath, and any later, a dead prison."

Chiara’s face relaxed. She turned and studied the anger in my eyes, the madness I was struggling with below, then she let out a sigh, looking down.

"I’m aware of when you got arrested, but I delayed intervening because I didn’t want to draw the attention of the other factions to you.

With those men dead and you going free, it will be much harder to hide your importance to the Pope."

"The bald guy, is he the prison warden?"

"Yes."

"Then you shouldn’t worry much. He won’t rat on us. I mean, I made sure not to kill his boyfriend."

Not ending the priest was a bitter decision for me, but despite my outburst, I hadn’t lost any reason.

Gregory had died a horrible death, and the pain I put him through was what calmed my nerves.

It took Chiara a few seconds to pick up on the error in my statement, and she looked back at me, confused.

She watched as I lay back, closing my eyes with a slight smile, and then she faced forward, a hesitant understanding settling in.

"I’ll look into that. Depending on the result, Lucy might have to stay back in the Vatican."

"She won’t," I said confidently.

"Your people left you behind," Chiara changed the topic.

After Isolde had been rescued and I was left behind, I hadn’t really been sure about where to land my feelings. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I did suspect foul hands pulling the strings from behind, but Ninja Momma had looked quite comfortable during her departure.

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"Statement.

You’re the only person from your team still in Italy—or more appropriately, under our radar."

"What happened to the priestess?"

Last I saw Hontas, her carpet had picked her up and fled the scene. The woman should have returned to the hotel and recuperated."

"Gone. I’m guessing she was with you during the incident; she never returned to the hotel after."

"Hmm, what are you building towards?"

"Your country abandoned you. Ever thought of living in Italy? The women here can be very naughty."