MTLNOVEL Chapter 141
He spat, his voice echoing off the warehouse walls.
"Did you really think you could mess with a Silver and get away with it?"
Each of his word dripped with venomous satisfaction.
At that moment Giovanni's footsteps retreated into the shadows.
And changed back to himself.
Noah reached the edge of the hole, his cruel smile still painted on his face.
The flashlight beams illuminated the gruesome truth below - Raymond's lifeless body, cold and still, his unseeing eyes staring upward.
immediately Noah legs gave way, sending him sprawling backward onto the dirt. His mouth opened in a silent scream of horror.
Slowly, trembling, he turned around. There, backlit by distant security lights, stood Ethan.
Upon seeing Ethan right in front of him, he almost fainted.
"Gio-Giovanni!"
Noah voice cracked, his expensive clothes now soiled as he scrambled backward on the warehouse floor. immediately Sweat gleamed on his forehead, his hair now plastered to his face.
"GIOVANNI!"
His scream echoed off the metal walls, desperation making his voice rise to a hysteric pitch.
Ethan's silhouette loomed over him, darker than the shadows themselves.
Without speaking, he raised his arm, pointing to a corner of the warehouse where the security lights flickered dimly.
Noah's eyes followed the gesture, his body trembling uncontrollably. There, slumped against the rusty wall, lay a body - expensive Italian suit now stained dark, burgundy silk tie askew. The face that had worn Giovanni's features was now lifeless and empty, like a discarded mask crumpled on the ground.
Noah's scream died in his throat as understanding dawned in his terror-filled eyes - Giovanni had never existed at all.
At that moment Noah couldn't help but cry out loud.
"Please... please, Ethan,"
Noah's voice cracked, his polished facade crumbling like sand.
Tears started streaming down his face, carving dirty rivulets across his once-pristine cheeks.
His expensive clothes, worth more than most people's monthly salary, was now soiled and torn at the knees from his desperate groveling. "I'll give you anything – money, I would apologize, whatever you want!"
without being told he knows he has crossed the line, and for Giovanni and Raymond to have been killed in such a manner, just showed he's in a deep mess.
However Ethan stood motionless, He was like a statue carved from shadows. The warehouse lights behind him flickers erratically, making his silhouette pulse like a living thing. Each silent moment stretched longer than the last, broken only by his slow, measured breathing.
The air grew colder with each exhale.
'I will allow him beg and cry out his eyes."
Ethan thought,
'let him taste true fear'
Noah however couldn't say anything anymore he didn't know what he was going to say that would change Ethan mind or make him have mercy.
His manicured fingers clawed at the ground.
"My father!"
His voice rose to a desperate shriek, cracking on the words.
"He'll pay whatever you want, remember who I am, he's going to pay you, please let me go—"
At that moment he couldn't find his words when he started crying inside himself.
'Someone, anyone, save me'
However Ethan didn't say anything, his movement came without warning, like a snake striking.
His hand shot out, fingers curling into Noah's imported silk collar. The fabric ripped as he yanked Noah toward the open grave. Noah's Italian leather shoes scraped helplessly against the concrete, leaving black marks like tears.
"No, no, please! I'm begging you, I will pay you just mention your price"
Noah's legs kicked uselessly, his body twisting like a caught fish.
With terrible, almost gentle precision, Ethan released him at the edge of the hole. Below, Giovanni's empty shell lay twisted beside Raymond's corpse – two broken puppets in an abandoned theater. Noah's body trembled violently as Ethan pressed a rusted shovel into his soft, manicured hands.
The metal felt alien against his pampered skin.
"Start digging,"
Ethan whispered, his first words slicing through the warehouse air like arctic wind. His eyes caught the flickering light, reflecting it back like a predator's.
"You wanted them to do your dirty work now they are dead, so the last thing you can do is cover the grave for them."
A small, cruel smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"Now you can bury them."
At that moment Noah's fingers tightened around the shovel handle, his knuckles turned white with terror, as reality crashed over him like a frozen wave.
The tools of labor had never felt so heavy in his hands.
However Noah's trembling hands pushed the shovel into the earth again and again, each movement agony for his soft, uncalloused palms.
He couldn't believe what was going on.
Some minutes ago, he could remember he followed Giovanni into his car, and both of them entered the warehouse together, and he for some reason he doesn't understand.
Giovanni is dead and from the look of things it has been hour's.
could it be he's running mad or what.
'From ordering them to kill the bastard now I'm digging the graves'
his mind raced frantically.
'how did it come to this?'
At that moment tears and dirt mingled on his face as he worked, stealing terrified glances at Ethan's impassive form.
Ethan hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, just stood there like death personified, watching.
Another few minutes of working he was done.
"I'm done... please,"
he whimpered, the shovel finally slipping from his blistered fingers. His legs trembled beneath him, threatening to give way.
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"Just let me go home. Please, just let me go home."
He started crying.
Ethan at that moment didn't say anything.
However Noah wanted to say something.
But he never saw Ethan move. There was only a whisper of air, a brief flash of movement in his peripheral vision. Then came the explosion of pain at the base of his skull, and darkness claimed him immediately.
Consciousness returned slowly, like wading through thick syrup.
Noah's head throbbed with each heartbeat, his vision swimming as he tried to focus.
But for some reason he couldn't move.
A Cold metal pressed against his back – one of the warehouse's support pillars. Rough rope bit into his wrists and ankles, the fibers cutting into his soft skin.