Chapter 188: Foiled Plans
The last gangster standing—or rather sitting now—on the floor of the elevator, whom Athena didn’t bother to get the name of, gazed in admiration at his captors, marveling at their speed and expertise as he recalled again the gun battle that had unfolded between them in mere seconds.
The air was still heavy with the scent of gunpowder, mixing with the sharp tang of fear that gripped him. Then, he glanced at his fellow gang members, sprawled lifelessly in a pool of their own blood, their eyes open and staring vacantly into the void.
He would close their eyes, but he feared that any movement from him might warrant a gunshot. So, he remained sitting, nerves racking his frame as the elevator continued its ascent, the numbers flickering by in a relentless countdown.
Would they keep their word and let him go? That kind of mercy was unheard of in his circles, and the fear tightened its grip around his chest like a vice. He didn’t want to die.
Just then, the elevator dinged, the sound echoing ominously in the small space, and the man, overwhelmed with anxiety, urinated on his pants.
The warmth spread, mingling with the cold sweat of panic. Athena tweaked her nostrils and glared at him with a mix of disgust and annoyance.
"You know what, just stay here. You will follow the elevator down," She said, covering her nose, mirroring Aiden’s actions.
The two of them stepped out into their lobby, their senses, should the remaining gangster decide on revenge.
"Thank you!" They heard the gangster call out just before the elevator doors closed, sealing him off from their sight.
"What are we going to do about the mess in the elevator? It’s possible that the guy will run once the door dings open..." Athena asked, as they moved into their VIP suite, which boasted three lavish bedrooms, each more extravagant than the last.
"That’s if the hotel security doesn’t catch him first," Aiden murmured, removing his coat and tossing it onto a plush chair. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he shed the tension of the moment.