Free Web NovelChapter 233: The Aftermath
BAM!
BAM!
"Bastards!" Stan cursed as he vented all his frustration on the robber in front of him, driving punch after punch into the man’s face and torso.
BAM! His fist connected again, snapping the man’s head to the side. His fist slammed into the man’s face again and again, each blow shaking through the restrained body.
The robber couldn’t fight back. Restrained and helpless, he could only endure the full force of Stan’s anger. He silently cursed his rotten luck. Out of all three robbers, he had been the one unfortunate enough to be within Stan’s reach when the fury finally boiled over.
His accomplices, tied up just as securely, could only watch from where they sat.
Only when he was finally satisfied did Stan stop. He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, and pulled out his phone.
A few taps later, he was calling the Velaris City Police Department. The call connected on the second ring;
"Police. What’s your emergency?"
"Velvet Pulse nightclub, Velaris Entertainment District." His voice remained calm and steady. "There was an armed robbery in progress. Three perpetrators. They’ve been disarmed and restrained. Security personnel outside the main entrance were shot before the suspects entered the building."
A brief silence followed.
Then:
"Sir... can you repeat that? You said the suspects have already been disarmed?"
"Correct. They’ve been disarmed and restrained." Stan glanced toward the entrance.
"And I’m calling an ambulance too. The guards outside need help. They’ve all been shot, so you should try to get here as soon as possible."
"Units are en route. Stay on the line..."
But Stan had already ended the call.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and turned away, irritation flickering across his face. How robbers like this managed to get their hands on ammunition was beyond him. The more he thought about it, the more annoying it became. The government really needed to put stricter controls on that sort of thing.
Still, that wasn’t his problem right now.
The club remained eerily quiet. Dozens of stunned faces followed him as he crossed the room. Then he saw Mia.
Mia was already halfway out of the booth, hands pressed over her mouth, her warm brown eyes shining with a torrent of unshed tears. For a heartbeat, she simply stared, as if her mind refused to believe he was truly standing there, unharmed, solid, alive.
Then she moved. She collided into him with desperate force, nearly knocking him back half a step. Her arms wrapped tightly around his chest, fingers knotting into the back of his shirt as she buried her face against his shoulder. The soft, heavy weight of her massive breasts pressed flush against him through the thin crimson fabric, rising and falling with shaky, uneven breaths. Her thick thighs trembled against his legs, the short dress riding up slightly from the intensity of the embrace.
The sweet scent of her hair, mixed with sweat and lingering perfume, filled his senses as her entire curvaceous body molded to his, seeking every inch of reassurance. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Stan wrapped his arms around her automatically, one hand splaying across her upper back while the other cradled the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her wavy dark hair. He held her close, grounding her, letting her feel his steady heartbeat against her cheek. Neither spoke at first. Her body trembled violently in his embrace, aftershocks of terror, overwhelming relief, and the raw depth of her feelings pouring out in silent waves.
"You’re okay," he murmured softly into her hair, his voice low and soothing. One hand stroked slow, comforting circles along her spine, feeling the delicate ridges beneath the dress. "It’s over. Everyone’s safe. I’ve got you."
A shaky sound escaped her, half laugh, half sob, vibrating against his chest. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her tear-streaked face searching his frantically for any sign of injury. Her full lips quivered, eyes glistening with profound emotion. "Stan... you absolute idiot."
A single tear slipped down her flushed cheek. "You promised you wouldn’t do anything rash."
The corner of his mouth lifted. "I didn’t. That was calculated."
She narrowed her eyes through the tears, but the fear and love shining in them were unmistakable.
For a second, she simply stared, drinking him in like he might vanish. Then she let out an exasperated, watery breath and buried her face against his shoulder once more, holding on even tighter. Her curves pressed more insistently into him, the plush softness of her breasts, the warmth of her body, the subtle tremble that spoke volumes of how deeply she had feared losing him again after nine agonizing years.
Stan couldn’t help smiling.
Around them, the room was finally beginning to breathe again.
People rose slowly from behind overturned tables and booths, looking around as though waking from a nightmare.
A woman broke down crying openly. Someone else laughed, a short, disbelieving sound that bordered on hysteria.
Near the bar, a man sank heavily into a chair and covered his face with both hands. The adrenaline was fading. The reality of survival was settling in.
Outside, the distant wail of sirens drifted through the night. Faint at first, then growing steadily louder.
Red and blue lights began to flicker against the windows, washing across the walls in rhythmic flashes.
Stan rested his chin lightly atop Mia’s head.
His gaze drifted toward the three restrained gunmen lying on the floor.
None of them were going anywhere.
He kept one arm around Mia and remained exactly where he was, holding her close while the sirens drew nearer and the first police cruisers rolled into view.
Only then did the tension finally begin to leave the room.
The robbers weren’t going anywhere.
Bound at the wrists with their own belts and whatever spare cord people had managed to find, they sat slumped against walls and display counters in a row, bruised, humiliated, and painfully aware of just how badly the night had gone for them.
The people they’d terrorized only minutes ago were now standing over them, and the mood wasn’t charitable.
A few of the braver men had already gotten their hands in before Stan stepped forward and shut it down with a single look.
"Enough," he’d said quietly.
That was all it took. They had seen what he did to three armed men in less than a minute. Nobody was eager to test him.
