Crown

CHAPTER FIVE

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Hernandez and Rodney had gotten to the Don of the Crown Empire.
An hour had gone by, the Mexican transfer soldados had arrived and the situation was being dealt with.

Sweat was dripping off Kaden, the buttons of his shirt all gone and he had nose and mouth bleeds, but he didn't care because his goal was kill the bastard fighting him and nothing else.
Hernandez Moretti.

They fought without weapons.
Pablo was taking care of Rodney quite well.

Hernandez was as tattered as Kaden was and Kaden was ready to show him the worst.

"You're a dead man," Hernandez laughed in-between hard breaths.

Kaden attacked him. He used his forearm to choke him, immobilizing Hernandez.
He struggled to leave his grip but Kaden didn't let him but rather, increased his force.

Hernandez pulled out a paring knife from his jacket and before Kaden could remove his arm, he cut deep.
Kaden grunted and then Hernandez punched him in the face, making him stagger and giving him another mouth bleed.

"You fucking coward," Kaden grunted, clutching his bleeding arm. "What happened to the no-weapon pact? You're as pathetic as I imagined."

Hernandez laughed making Kaden want to do nothing but break his neck.
"Everything is fair in war, Arturo. Any reasonable Don will know that but you are just a coward. You're a joke. An excuse of a Don! Just like your fucking father

“Repeat that, I fucking dare you, Morretti," Kaden deadpanned.
Hearing that from the man who murdered his parents, the rage within him was fueled.
No one dared to talk shit about Alexander and Veronica Crown while he was still alive.

Hernandez laughed again.
"You're as weak and pathetic as your father, Kaden! Just a joke and nothing more. Why else will he want to hand over his empire to you — a weak, sad, scared weakling? Oh Alexander will be rolling in his grave if he sees you now,” He taunted Kaden and laughed like a lunatic. “And today, you're going to be joining the so called Great Alexander Crown in hell where you all fucking belong.”

"Keep my father's names out of your fucking mouth!" Kaden bellowed and lunged at Hernandez, attacking him ferociously. He attacked with consecutive punches and as he kept punching, he felt something unfamiliar rise up in him; he saw red and only wanted to keep punching and punching till the bastard was pulp. Hernandez didn't expect the force and intensity that came with the punches and before he could dodge or block, another was coming. Kaden seemed possessed at that point.

There was no way he was going to let him live after what he just said about his father topped up with the fact that he had killed his parents.

Kaden got the upper hand and Hernandez was now on the ground, at Don Kaden Crown's mercy.
The Don pressed his knee on Hernandez’ stomach and threw ten hard blows on his face and when he was done, his face was bloody, Kaden's knuckles were torn and his breathing was ragged.
Kaden smirked in victory seeing his immobile, pathetic state.

If there was any emotion that could trigger someone to act like a beast, it wasn't anger…it was rage. Rage was a developed anger that could make anyone destroy anything. It was like a demon. It was destructive and that was dominant in Kaden.
He only wanted to kill the man he had beaten to a pulp.

Kaden turned to get his rifle and Pablo was there. He had witnessed what Kaden did to Hernandez.

Kaden turned and was pleased when he saw an unconscious Rodney.

Finally. Was all Kaden could think.

He took his rifle and advanced towards Hernandez and that was when he heard the cracking of a gun. And at that moment, his sixth sense of security kicked in and everything seemed too easy.