Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 121: It’s only the beginning.

"...Charlotte…?" He whispered her name as he stepped toward her, while around him was just pure chaos.

Bodyguards were on the ground screaming in pain, while others tried to help them, the once beautiful house front turned into a bloodied scene, in the center Charlotte's blonde hair shining through the chaos like a star.

James slowly knelt before her as he touched her face with the back of his hand, and Charlotte just looked up to him, her eyes wide open in terror and fear.

But she was alive, that's all that mattered to him.

He quickly scooped her up and turned back to the house, while Charlotte finally started crying. When he stepped back into the house, Erika just collapsed on her knees as from what she saw, it looked like Charlotte was dead in James's hands.

Her dress was soaked in blood, but it wasn't hers. It was a guard's blood.

When Charlotte went out, she asked everyone she found if they had a signal, and everybody not just gave a simple answer to her, but started small talk with her. One of them, a guard who was standing nearby the SUV, asked her if she wanted some candies.

Charlotte in a second said yes and went to the car, where the guard pulled out a whole pack of candy mix. Her eyes lit up even more, but she started arguing with him. The guard said the menthol candy is the best, and Charlotte said that it's gross.

They started going back and forth with each other about candy flavours when the shooting began.

The guard was the very first one that was shot, as a bullet went into his jaw, and he fell on Charlotte. The pouring blood from his face stained her dress and little hand as she tried to pull out from the guard's weight, until another guard grabbed her and set her to the SUV saying to not move an inch from there and cover her ears. She did so and didn't look up until the shooting was over, but then it settled in her. The blood on her hand, the scent of it was like in her old life.

"She's good…" James said to her mother as he went upstairs to the bathroom and put her under the shower.

Her eyes were so distant as she cried nonstop, but James did his best to quickly wash off the blood, to get her dress down, before it just soaked deeper, deeper into her soul.

"I'm here, okay?" He said as he cupped her head. "Look at me, I'm here, you're safe." He said as he gave a kiss to her forehead.

"I-I'm… scared…" She cried more as she hugged James so much that her little grip actually hurt him a bit, but at least she was powerful even in a situation like this.

"I'm here, darling, I'm here." Said James as he petted her head and then he heard it.

A language that he did not recognize, a foreign language spoken outside, shouting at the guard and Erika stepped into the bathroom at the same time as it became more intense.

Charlotte still cried as she screamed at James who put her into Erika's hands and turned to leave the bathroom as his blood boiled so much that he only cared about one thing.

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To kill whoever was outside.

He went down the staircase and as he stepped outside he saw a man on the ground bleeding and still shouting something. His skin was light brown, and the language he immediately knew was somebody from Dennus.

"What's he saying?" James looked to the guard next to him.

He hesitated as he eyed James's bloodied tshirt, thinking that he might've been shot, but James's eyes weren't someone who was hurt no, it was somebody's eyes that were ready to hurt.

"He's saying, 'It's only the beginning. The war has started.'"

"Ohh." James said as he held out his hand toward the guard. "Give me your pistol."

The guard pulled it out, giving it to him, and James pushed it exactly between the man's eyes, but he just started laughing, while blood still poured from his mouth, and then said something.

"He said, 'We're not scared of you.'"

"Not scared? Ha-ha-ha." He started laughing too.

It was a bizarre scene, as they both laughed, but then James pulled the gun from his head toward the guy's dick and pulled the trigger twice. His scream was so loud that everyone around even at the gate looked back at them.

It was only the beginning as James pushed the gun toward his left knee and pulled the trigger, then did the same on the right knee.

The guy was no longer just screaming, but suffering every bit of life that was left in him.

"Not scared?" He asked again, shaking his head still laughing, then put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

Once, twice, he just kept pulling on it until the only sound left was the click of the empty gun.

His face was unrecognizable, only the open skull and mangled brain and some flesh was there.

James dropped the gun to the ground and from the street again, now tires screeched, as a convoy of black SUVs stopped guard hopping out with Hector and Ferucci.

First thought of Hector as he saw James covered in blood was that he was actually shot, so when he finally was up close to him, he started patting him down.

"Are you okay?!" He said as his hand went through James's whole body.

"Yeah, don't worry." He said simply, as his eyes were still on the guy on the ground.

"You motherfuckers!" Ferucci shouted as he started kicking the dead boy. "These fuckers are from the Sinatra Cartel." He said, looking up at James.

"Yeah, James, they attacked our warehouses too." Hector said as he looked around, seeing some dead guards on the ground and some of them getting bandaged. "We need to move as fast as possible." He tapped James's shoulder and started walking into the house.

"We're not moving." James said, and Hector immediately stopped, turning back.

"What? You're in dan—"

James slowly turned looking into Hector's eyes with the same gaze like back then when he tried to kill himself. "They want war… we give them war."