Chapter 664: The Sniper’s Attack
After playing those filthy games with Marina—her riding my face while I licked her sweaty armpits clean and slid my cock along her throbbing clit until she squirted all over my tongue—we were both drenched again.
Marina kissed me with her cum-and-ass breath, then pushed me away with a wicked, possessive grin.
"You should go back to your room now, my pathetic slave... that stuck-up widow bitch Madeline might get suspicious if she caught us together, covered in my pit sweat and shithole juices."
I nodded reluctantly, my heart still racing from the fun we’d shared, and slipped through the connecting door into my own room. The space felt quieter now, almost too still after the energy of Marina’s company.
I collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ornate ceiling, my mind swirling with thoughts of the day’s events, the hidden tensions in this household, and what the night might bring. But before I could even begin to process any of it or catch my breath, a sharp knock echoed through the door.
I dressed quickly, pulling on a simple shirt and trousers in a hurried motion, and opened the door to find one of the maids standing there politely, her uniform crisp and her face neutral. "Madam Madeline is asking for your presence," she announced softly.
I nodded without hesitation and followed her through the winding corridors of the lavish estate, my footsteps echoing faintly on the marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers from the vases lining the halls.
When we reached the grand living room, I saw Madeline lounging on a luxurious velvet sofa, her eyes fixed on the large television screen displaying some high-society news broadcast. She exuded an aura of effortless authority, her posture regal even in repose.
I stood respectfully in front of her, hands clasped behind my back.
Without a word, Madeline swiftly moved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and the maids and other servants who had been hovering nearby melted away like shadows, leaving us in complete privacy.
She turned her sharp gaze toward me, her tone dripping with arrogant confidence as she spoke. "Have you rested enough?"
"Yes, Ma’am," I replied steadily, meeting her eyes.
Madeline nodded approvingly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Good. Change your clothes. Tonight, we are going to a very good place—one where connections are made, and power flows freely."
I nodded once more and hurried back to my room to prepare. I selected a sharp party wear suit: a tailored black jacket with subtle satin lapels, a crisp white shirt, slim-fit trousers, and polished leather shoes that gleamed under the light. I adjusted my tie in the mirror, ensuring everything was impeccable, then returned to join her.
We stepped outside into the cool evening air, where a sleek, armored luxury car waited under the portico lights. Daisy was already behind the wheel, her hands steady on the steering wheel, exuding quiet competence.
I slid into the front passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin, while Madeline settled into the spacious back seat, crossing her legs elegantly. The engine purred to life as we pulled away from the estate, the city lights beginning to streak by as we gained speed on the winding roads.
Madeline leaned forward slightly, her voice cutting through the low hum of the tires. "Just follow my arrangements when we get there, and don’t be tense. That place is even more secure than the White House—layers of protection you couldn’t even imagine."
I turned my head slightly toward her, a flicker of unease stirring in my chest. "Ma’am, we should—"
Suddenly, a sharp swish sliced through the air, followed by the unmistakable crack of shattering glass.
The rear side window exploded inward in a shower of crystalline shards. Time seemed to fracture in that instant. My instincts screamed danger, and without a second thought, I activated God Speed.
The world around me transformed in a breathtaking surge of power. A familiar rush of energy coursed through my veins, like liquid lightning igniting every nerve ending.
My perception accelerated dramatically; the car’s interior, which had been moving at normal speed, now appeared to crawl forward in ultra-slow motion.
Sound stretched into deep, resonant echoes—the hum of the engine became a low, drawn-out drone, and Daisy’s surprised gasp lingered in the air like a fading note.
Particles of broken glass hung suspended in mid-air, glittering like tiny diamonds caught in amber, each facet reflecting the passing streetlights in hypnotic detail.
I could see the sniper bullet clearly now: a deadly, spinning projectile, its copper jacket shimmering as it rotated lazily through the air, trailing faint wisps of displaced air and gunpowder residue.
It was aimed directly at Madeline’s position in the back seat, moving with inexorable purpose but now reduced to a mere fraction of its velocity.
My body responded with superhuman fluidity and precision. Muscles that normally operated within human limits now propelled me with explosive yet controlled force.
I twisted in my seat, unbuckling in what felt like a single heartbeat, and launched myself backward over the center console in a powerful, arcing leap.
In this slowed realm, I had precious seconds to act. I extended my arms, my hands making contact with Madeline’s shoulders and upper body.
With careful strength—enough to protect but not injure—I pressed her down firmly into the seat, shielding her vital areas with my own torso and arms. Her eyes widened in slow motion, surprise registering across her features as strands of her hair drifted upward from the sudden movement.
The bullet continued its lazy trajectory, passing mere inches above us now, its path altered just enough by my intervention. It punched through the opposite window with a muffled thud, sending another spray of glass outward into the night.
The entire sequence—from activation to protection—unfolded in what the outside world would perceive as less than a second, but to me, it felt like a meticulously choreographed dance in a frozen tableau.
As the threat was neutralized, I gradually released God Speed, allowing time to snap back to normal speed with a disorienting whoosh.
The car swerved sharply as Daisy reacted to the chaos, the tires screeching in protest against the asphalt with a high-pitched wail that cut through the night. Shards of tempered glass continued to rain down around us like deadly confetti, tinkling against the leather seats and floor mats.
I kept my body positioned protectively over Madeline, my arms locked firmly around her shoulders and torso, shielding her from any secondary threats.
Adrenaline surged through my veins like liquid fire, sharpening my senses while keeping my breathing controlled and steady despite the intense exertion from using God Speed moments earlier.
" Daisy! Ma’am! Get down!" I yelled urgently, my voice cutting through the pandemonium like a command.
Madeline, usually the picture of arrogant composure, was now visibly panicked. Her perfectly styled hair was disheveled, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief.
For the first time since I’d known her, the unflappable madam looked vulnerable, her hands gripping my suit jacket tightly as her chest heaved with rapid breaths. "What the hell is happening?!" she hissed, her voice trembling despite her efforts to maintain control.
Before I could respond, a series of sharp thunks and pops erupted from outside. The car suddenly jolted violently, fishtailing as its tires were shredded by another barrage of bullets. Rubber fragments and sparks flew from the wheels.
"They’ve blasted the tires with bullets!" Daisy shouted from the driver’s seat, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she fought to maintain control of the crippled vehicle. The car bucked and shuddered, the rim grinding harshly against the road, sending vibrations rumbling through the entire frame.
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