Corazón

⁰⁴⁷ : 𝙾𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

TW: Blood And Guns Ahead. . .

"What do you think you all are doing by standing there and watching me like an extinct animal in the zoo? Get off this hypocrite out of me!" Ace roared in frustration, his voice reverberating through the grandeur of the mansion's entrance. The bodyguards, jolted from their stupor, snapped into action and hastened to disentangle the unconscious intruder from Ace.

Finally liberated from the weight of his unexpected companion, Ace let out a long, relieved sigh, a subtle hint of disbelief etched across his face. He gingerly reached for his lower back, tenderly massaging the spot that had borne the brunt of the flying man's impact. The collision had felt like the equivalent of being trampled by a herd of rampaging bulls.

As Ace stretched and tried to regain his composure, he couldn't help but glare at the motionless man sprawled out before him. With a combination of irritation and bemusement, he took matters into his own hands and delivered a crisp, ungentlemanly slap to the intruder's face.

Suzette, observing the unfolding circus from her vantage point upstairs, found it increasingly challenging to suppress her laughter. The absurdity of the situation, combined with Ace's dramatic reaction, only added to the hilarity of the moment. It was a spectacle even she hadn't anticipated.

Before Suzette could unleash her laughter, a wave of raucous merriment erupted from the living room's entrance. The ensemble of her brothers paraded in one by one, struggling to control their amusement, with Severo and Cristiáno leading the hilarity charge.

Ace, still sporting his comical glare, felt a palpable frustration surging through him. He racked his brain for biting insults, but words seemed to fail him in his undignified predicament.

Suzette, the puppeteer orchestrating this unexpected spectacle, began her descent down the staircase.

Her silent approach went unnoticed by all but the vigilant bodyguards, who acknowledged her with stoic nods. She returned their subtle cues, her entrance marking the crescendo of the absurd scene before her.

"Can't you all just shut up?" Ace bemoaned his fate, wrestling with his role as the circus clown in a twisted spectacle.

Even the inscrutable Frediano couldn't restrain the hint of a smile that tugged at his lips. He watched the scene unfold, a bemused spectator in the family spectacle.

"Throw him in the basement and don't let him escape."

It was Suzette's command that pierced through the uproar, her voice reverberating with authority as she addressed her retinue of bodyguards. An abrupt hush descended, more profound than a pin dropping.

She descended the stairs purposefully, her brothers, her rival, the bodyguards, and the maids gazing at her in rapt attention.

The gun remained firm in her grip, a palpable reminder of her dominion, while Coco continued to coil around her wrist, adding an exotic touch to her menacing presence.

Amidst the hushed onlookers, it was the bodyguard at the rear who held Suzette's full attention. He had been patrolling outside the mansion, and it was he who bore the weight of her earlier threat.

Her swift advance through the coterie of the bodyguards brought her face to face with her wayward sentinel.

Her hand darted to his kneecaps, unwavering even as her voice cut through the air with a frigid edge. Her brown eyes bore into him, unwavering and intense.

"Didn't I warn you not to let any intruders inside the mansion, or did you develop amnesia in the process?" she inquired, her voice as cold and dominating as a polar storm.