The Crazy, Rich Madame

chapter 87

"VLADIMYR! Vladimyr f*ck! where are you? " Lucien shouts. Calling Vlad's name. His mind filled with frustration as he passed by all the dead bodies scattered along every corner and hallways of the mansion.

Dalawang linggo na rin ang lumipas simula nang huli silang makita ni Vladimyr sa labas ng mansion nito. Kung hindi niya pa nakausap ang anak nitong si Drak, hindi pa niya malalaman na lumipad ito papunta rito sa M country.

Masaya lang siya dahil kahit paano, hinahayaan ni Vladimyr na makasama niya ang anak nila basta wala siya sa bahay. Ngunit may mas malalim pa siyang dahilan kaya niya pinilit hanapin si Vlad. Isang katotohanang kahit siya, Hindi ap rin nagsi-sink in sa sistema niya ang natuklasan.

Hindi pa niya malalaman kung gaano ka-delikado ang hinaharap nitong sitwasyon.

Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ni Lucien na pugad ng mga sindikato ang M country kahit na mahigpit ang batas ng bansang ito. Bawat rehiyon ng bansang ito may malalakas na grupo ng sindikatong namumuno at kinatatakutan.

Kaya naman, tila mga ito na rin ang nagpapatakbo ng bansa.

'ano ba'ng pumasok sa utak mo at sumugod ka sa bansang ito, Vladimyr?"

Dismayadong asik ni Lucien sa isip. Hindi siya mapapakali hangga't hindi niya nakikita si Vladimyr. Kasama ang dalawa sa dati niyang kagrupo sa Army noon, pinilit nilang makalipad papunta dito sa M Country gamit ang private plane ni Max upang sundan si Vladimyr.

Ngunit sa pagbaba pa lang nila ng airport, sinalubong na sila ng pakawalan ng sindikato sa pag-aakalang mga dayuhan silang walang alam sa talamak na pangloloko sa bansang ito.

He was sure it was the right location. With Jasper, Max and Asmodeus. They sneak into the Lutherford mansion based on the location they got with Max's help.

"Bro look at this!" Max called. Lucien turned his gaze towards Max and hurried to the direction that the tracker was showing.

Max exclaimed, "It appears your woman may be somewhere in this area!" Max roam his gaze around. Same as Lucien, Asmodeus and Jasper. Lucien's personal assistant. Their gaze trying to rake the entire surroundings as if they could see through the walls.

Lucien's worry intensified. His heart racing as he felt wasting every second that Vlad  might need him. Mixed thoughts had been swirling in his mind and it's driving him insane.

'What's she thinking?' Fear gripped his mind. Vladimyr had been reckless. He witnessed it for countless times. He knew she disregarded the dangers of facing such enemies.

"If only I had known she was heading here, I would have ensured she stayed in Southland. I'd confront her guards, unafraid. Now, I fear she's distant," he said, resigned to the uncertainty of her location. Lucien brushed his hair in frustration. Not knowing where to start searching for her location.

He felt like he's standing over the ticking bomb. Every second counts.

"Vladimyr!" he called again as best he could. His voice echoes along the hallways with the gunshots filling the air from the other side of the hallways.

"Sa kwartong 'yon!"

Hindi pa man matatapos ni Max ang sasabihin,kaagad na tinungo ni Lucien ang kwartong itinuro ni Max.

Vladimyr dropped on her knees, the sharp pain in her stomach overwhelming her. She gritted her teeth, gripping her knife tightly.

She stared intently at the man before her, struggling to contain the agony in her belly. Trojan's smirk oozed with mockery and disappointment,his satisfaction is incomplete.

"what's with the glare? Feeling the sting, are you?" His calm demeanor elicited a chuckle from Vladimyr.

"I suppose this is the consequences of a skirmish mere months after giving birth," she replied.

"I should offer congratulations, but don't expect any mercy from me. I would rather enjoy the sight of losing your life in a most excruciating way. That's a more satisfying victory against a woman like you, Ms. Dela Claire."

Trojan maintained his icy composure, sword aimed at Vlad's direction. Both bore wounds, their clothing torn. D soaked with blood. Yet, Vladimyr refuse to yield; her sole aim was to vanquish Trojan Lutherford.

"fear not, my circumstances won't impede my mission to obliterate you!"

She retrieved her bloodied knife, launching herself at Lutherford with newfound agility.

From the right,she hurled her knife, but he deftly dodged, sword in hand.

Anticipating his next move, Vladimyr drew another knife from her holster.

With a swift assault, she outpaced Trojan, her movements too swift for him to follow.with precision, she drove one knife deep into his chest. The other knife was pierced deep into his neck fiercely, as blood staining the air. 

He could even see the dazzling light cutting against the dimness of the surrounding created by the blade in his side vision.

He could feel how the blade created its own way to the thin surface of his neck. Making its way between his fourth and fifth vertbra as it quickly cuts through the muscle to the other side of his skin.

Trojan did not expect such agility and cruelty from Vladimyr.

"Y-you!..."

Habol ang paghinga, unti-unting napaluhod si Trojan sa sahig habang hawak kaniyang leeg.

Ang espada niyang puno ng dugo at dahan-dahang dumudulas mula sa kaniyang mga kamay hanggang sa tuluyan na itong lumagapak sa sahig at lumikha ng matinis na ingay ng metal.

"P-paano mo... n-nagawa 'yon?..." Utal na sambit ni Trojan habang tinitipid ang natitira niyang hininga.

Sumilay ang using ngiti ni Vladimyr habang pinagmamasdan ang naghihingalong si Trojan.

"Dahil...ako..." Tinulak ni Vladimyr ang sarili upang subukang tumayo. Ngunit dahil sa mga tinamo niyang sugat mula sa espada ni Trojan, Wala nang lakas ang mga bindti niya. Hindi na niya maramdaman ang sarili. Bumibigat na rin ang kaniyang talukap at lumalabo ang tingin.

Pinalis ni Vladimyr ang dugong tumutulo mula sa kaniyang sintido saka muling bumaling kay Trojan, "ako...Si Vladimyr Dela Claire. Ang ikaapat na pinuno sa Phoenix Organization."

Hindi na natapos ni Vladimyr ang kaniyang sasabihin nang tuluyang magdilim ang kaniyang paligid at lumagapak sa sahig ang kaniyang kabuuan.

Nasaksihan ni Trojan kung paano tuluyang mawalan ng malay si Vladimyr dahil sa pagod at sa dugong naubos at ang lasong mabilis na kumakalat sa katawan nito.

"Dela Claire..." habol ang huling paghinga ni Trojan, halos wala nang boses na lumalabas sa kaniyang bibig bago tuluyang mawalan ng buhay. Nanatiling nakatuon ang kaniyang tingin sa walang malay na si Vladimyr.