A STOLEN KISS FROM THE CEO! - Season 2 Episode 9
Leon was about to leave the office for Bronx city when he got an unexpected call.
“Hello, nephew! How is my sweet boy doing?” Maxwell’s voice was calm but deep, just like Rex’s voice. If Leon didn’t know his uncle better, Maxwell could be easily mistaken for Rex.
“Uncle Maxwell! Wow! I’m doing great! It’s been ages!” Leon’s tone conveyed his excitement and surprise. “The last time I asked after you, I was told you had gone on a personal imposed exile.”
Maxwell chuckled before replying. “Yes, son! I needed time and space to clear my head. So many troubled waters filled with sharks that I had to eliminate. However, I’m back.”
“Welcome back, Uncle!” Leon smiled.
“Thanks, son. Your dad just told me something that is ripping my heart that I never knew existed until now.”
Leon grinned at his uncle’s jokes amidst the pain in his heart. He heaved a sigh before responding: “yeah! I wish there was something I could do to prevent it from happening.”
“Me too, son! Me too!”
Leon could detect the frustration in his uncle’s voice and it made him sad. It has been three weeks ago since his father told him about his illness and the limited time he had left.
“Wait a minute, that means dad has just three weeks left?” Leon queried himself out loud, making his uncle sigh audibly.
“Yes, son. That’s what he told me.”
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“Shit!” Leon said between gritted teeth.
“Take it easy, Leon. I’ll be coming around tomorrow to that we can talk at length. Your dad thinks he is over-laboring you. He is also afraid that when he dies, some of his sleeping competitors may revolt against you.”
“They wouldn’t dare,” Leon said between clenched jaws. “I’ll have them all slaughtered before they try.”
“Exactly what I told your dad! Nevertheless, I’ll still come around so that we could rub minds together just like old times.”
“That would be great, uncle! What time should I pick you up at the airport?”
“Between two and three PM, my flight should arrive at Amzone city.”
“Perfect, then we will see tomorrow,” Leon said.
“When coming, bring along your beautiful wife. Your dad already told me that you are married. I want to see the lucky girl that finally caught your heart.” Maxwell said in a cheerful tone and ended the call before Leon had time to respond.
“Hmm…” Leon smiled.
Maxwell was the most difficult man to please when it came to relationships. He was picky, arrogant, bossy, and easily offended. His intimate relationship with the female folks barely lasted for more than a week. Some of the ladies usually gave up after spending just a single day with him due to his insatiable demands. While others run after a week due to his frightening personality.
Just like Rex, Maxwell was a ruthless dictator. If Rex’s ruthlessness was described as ice, Maxwell’s would be described as the scorching sun.
The words forgiveness or redemption did not exist in Maxwell’s vocabulary. He had no patience for settlement or apology. Justice was always swift and horrendously evil.
At some point in Leon’s teenage life, it was rumored that Leon got most of his deadly traits from his evil uncle. Hence, whenever Maxwell was in town, Leon was referred to as Maxwell’s son.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Leon zoomed off toward Bronx city.
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On arrival at the warehouse, Leon was greeted by Sky with interesting news.
“Boss, are you aware that Albert now has an adopted son?” Sky’s haunted eyes beamed with excitement. From a reliable source, we gathered that he has disowned his daughter and sent her to a psychiatric institution outside the country.”
“Hmm!” Leon smirked devilishly. “Does that bring us to the end of Chloe Robinson? I guess not. Find out everything you can about the institution she was taken to. I have both good and bad plans for her.”
“By the way, what’s the name of this Albert’s adopted son?”
“His name is Luke Robinson. He has been made to take the place of Chloe and from the info I got, he’s a smart, sane, and optimistic young lad!”
“Good for him! I have no grudge against him as long as he doesn’t mess with my wife. Where is Frost?”
“He is currently in the torture chamber awaiting your arrival.” Sky grinned evilly.
“Good! It’s time to clip the chicken’s wing!” Leon walked into one of his private offices and change his clothes. Then he went into the torture chamber and sat down opposite Frost.
Frost was strapped to a seat with both hands fastened to a table. His eyes were weak, swollen, and sleep-deprived. His chest was bare due to his bandaged shoulders and his trouser had been trimmed to a short in other to give room for his white blood-stained bandage thigh.
“Hello, Frost, welcome to your second day in hell.” Leon picked up a metal body medium size pruner: with a sharp glistening blade in one hand and a medium size metal hammer in the other hand.
“You are in luck today, Frost.” Leon stared into Frost’s terrified eyes with a devilish glint dancing at the corner of his eyes. “I’m in a good mood! So, I’ll allow you to choose one of the weapons in my hands. Would you go for the hammer or the clipper?”
Frost’s heavy breathing quadrupled. His was pounding in his chest. His weak body started trembling at the thought of what Leon intended to do with the weapons. His eyes darted from the clipper to Leon’s evil eyes, and down to the hammer.
“Mr. Treshvire, p…please, s…show mercy!” Frost said in a trembling voice.
“Mercy! Did you just say, mercy?” Leon’s eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. “Only the saint knows that word, ‘mercy’. You and I are no saints, just sinners. The day you sealed your doom was the day you messed with my angel. I am her demon and my terror knows no bound.”
Leon lifted the hammer and struck Frost’s right forefinger.
“Ahhhhh!” Frost’s heart-piercing screeching screams could be heard from a distance. Blood rose to his brain and bile rose to his throat. Both solid and liquid matter rushed out of his system as wave after wave of pain greeted his being.