Chapter 238: Good Luck Charm
Amahle saw Alex was about to leave the compound. She was naturally aware of the price on the man’s head, and the danger presented to him if he dared to stay outside these safe walls for anything other than an assault on an enemy position.
Thus, the moment Alex stepped towards the door, she interfered. Lately, her affection had not gone up for Alex, despite multiple moments together, and the reason for this was simple. She had orders to eliminate Alex if he suddenly went rogue. And because of this, Amahle did not want to get close to a potential target.
But when she saw the man have a serious expression on his handsome face as he tried to sneak out of the Zetas compound, something inside the ebony beauty forced her to intervene. Thus, she appeared practically out of thin air, revealing the fact that she had been stalking the man for some time, all while interrogating him about his intentions.
“And where do you think you’re going at this hour?”
Alex looked over and saw the African assassin, where he wore his signature smirk before confirming that he indeed intended to do something incredibly stupid.
“Angel is gunning for my head, so I texted him a location to meet up at. I intend to settle our little dispute once and for all, no guns, no knives, no henchmen, just two men fighting to the death the old fashion way!”
Amahle looked at Alex as if he was the biggest idiot on the planet, before explaining exactly why this was a terrible idea.
“And you expect a scumbag like Angel to keep his promise? Alex, he will definitely have snipers posted. Even if he does humor your little contest of machismo, he will just have you shot if you come anywhere near killing him! I won’t let you go!”
“And how exactly do you plan to stop me?”
Amahle bit her lip. She knew there was no convincing Alex to stop his moronic plan, especially since he was clearly dead set on this little duel. But she also knew that he would get him killed without her support. Thus she sighed heavily, before agreeing to Alex’s demands, but with one caveat.
“Alright fine… I get it… I think this is just about the most stupid thing you have ever done. But if you can eliminate Angel, then… Well then Jalisco will have some serious troubles to worry about while we mop up the remnants of Sinaloa.
I’ll cover your ass, and make sure the snipers that Angel deploys are taken care of before they can get a shot off you. If the asshole gets close to beating you somehow, I’ll take him out as well…”
Alex patted the woman’s head on a display that made her blush, all while thanking her for her assistance.
“I knew I could rely on you…”
A message appeared in Alex’s eyes as he saw Amahle’s affection increase in front of his eyes.
[Amahle is thankful for your trust, but feels guilty about her orders…]
[+5 Affection from Amahle]
[Amahle’s Affection: 80/100]
Amahle quickly ran out and got her equipment before meeting Alex at the truck he planned to take to the agreed location. The two of them would drive in silence for some time before finally arriving at the venue for Alex’s showdown with his rival in this arc.
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Angel stood in a vacant parking lot, sighing heavily as he waited for the arrival of his opponent. After being ordered to eliminate Alex, the young drug prince was surprised when he received a call out from his target himself.
Naturally, Alex would not give up an opportunity to kill his opponent, and thus he had like Amahle said, gathered a group of armed men to hide and eliminate Alex after Angel was finished teaching the filthy gringo a valuable lesson.
Whether Angel was actually trained in hand to hand combat, or simply looked down upon the American Mixed Martial Artist, he confidently accepted the duel to the death. And was now waiting for Alex to arrive at the agreed location.
And while he was just about to call the man, demanding an answer for where he was, Alex pulled up into the parking lot with an old beater of a truck. He alone stepped out the vehicle, proving that he was indeed foolish enough to show up to this venue without company.
Because of this, Angel grinned sadistically as he opened up his arms in a welcoming gesture, a gesture that Alex knew all too well was sarcastic.
“You are a man of your word… You came alone… I honestly had to think twice about agreeing to your request. So, you said this was an unarmed contest? Are there any rules other than that?”
Alex looked at the man as if he were an idiot, before posing a simple question.
“Didn’t you read my text? Or are you simply a moron? I said NHB, that means no holds barred. No rules, an unarmed fight to the death between you and me. To the victor goes the spoils!”
Angel cackled in laughter as he clapped his hands, before pointing at Alex while speaking in an almost comical tone.
“You a really are the madman my sister says you are? I mean honestly, did you really expect that I would come alone, and unarmed? Light him up, boys!”
Despite the man’s orders, there was nothing but silence, causing Angel to look around into the darkness, curious as to why his soldiers had not already killed Alex. It was only then that Alex smirked like the devil as he explained the situation that Angel was in.
“Yeah… I wasn’t counting on you being a man of your word, so I brought my own backup, she was deployed in advance of my arrival, by now all of your sicarios should be dead, and there should be an expert marksman having her sights on you. In fact…”
Alex then pointed towards the man’s chest, where he looked down to find a green laser marking him for death. Angel’s expression sank, as he realized just how badly he had messed up… Yet as he prepared for death it did not come, instead only awkward silence remained until Alex broke it.
“Unlike you, I am a man of my word. She’s just here to ensure you don’t break our little agreement. I meant what I said, you, me, in a no hold’s barred fight to the death. I’m giving you an option to die a warrior. I suggest you take it…”
Angel couldn’t help but break out laughing as if he had gone completely and utterly insane, and then he sighed heavily, almost as if he had come to accept his fate before making a remark about Alex’s sanity.
“You know… I have met some utterly demented mother fuckers in my life… Men who enjoy inflicting pain and suffering on others. Men who honestly belong in a mental ward… But you… You have to be the craziest son of a bitch I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on…
I mean, you have your checkmate, yet you are so thirsty for blood, and violence that you want to take my life with your bare hands… That is some seriously psycho shit. What are guns too quick for you?”
Alex only responded to this by pulling out a pair of hand wraps, as he wrapped his hands and wrists, while rolling his neck, which only further confirmed to Angel that the man truly did want to kill him with his own two hands. Thus, he waited silently for Alex to finish his preparations before accepting the challenge.
“Alright Mr. Boogeyman… Let’s see what you got!”
Angel then charged at Alex wildly in an attempt to begin this bloody contest that would have only one survivor…
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Unbeknownst to Alex, Amahle was filming the fight through the camera on her scope. She planned to upload it to the internet afterward, labeled “UFC fighter battles Mexican Drug Lord to the Death!” After all, she made quite a bit of money recording her kills and uploading them onto certain dark corners of the internet, where the most bloodthirsty, sadistic, and psychotic mother fuckers on the planet paid good money to watch men get their heads blown off.
But never before had she ever been given the opportunity to record something like this. And thus, Amahle smirked as she watched the two men square off, finishing up their trash talk, before finally taking blows with one another. The words that escaped her mouth were almost a silent prayer, begging Alex to win and provide her with good fortune.
“You really are my good luck charm, so don’t you fail me now, Alex!”