Chapter 200 - Excellent Aim

Up in the penthouse suite, everyone was holding their breaths as time stood still even with the blaring siren filling the atmosphere.

All eyes focused on the wall full of monitors, waiting to catch a glimpse of the intruder that triggered the alarm, but the longer they waited, the drier their eyes got and not even a shadow registered on the screen.

"Is it another glitch?" Wyatt asked, turning his head to face Maxen who had three creases on his forehead.

Scratching the skin above his eyebrow, Maxen replied, "I think it is."

"Yeah, I see nothing," Wyatt stated the obvious, tapping the monitor with a finger twice.

He then pivoted in his step and was about to leave the room when a beeping sound echoed in the room. "What's that?" He scanned the area and confusion painted his face when Maxen sprinted out of the room.

He reached out for Maxen's arm, grabbing it to stop his friend from rushing out. Especially when the security team was still clearing the entire penthouse floor for a potential threat.

"Olivia," Maxen huffed, yanking his arm free from Wyatt's hold. "Olivia's in trouble. She just pressed her panic button. We need to go downstairs to her apartment. Now!"

He knew that special beeping sound. He would listen to it during his free time—in the car, after a meeting, or even as he pissed in the loo—and trained his ears to memorize the sound by heart, knowing that hearing it would mean one thing: Olivia's in danger.

Against the protocols of him staying in a safe place should a threat arose, Maxen zoomed out of the room and exited through the fire exit that would lead to Olivia's decoy apartment.

Although Wyatt tried to stop Maxen one more time, he retreated when the latter took out a gun from his inside pocket, ready to shoot whoever blocked his way or whatever threat was waiting for him.

It was the glint of mayhem burning in the prince's eyes—one that held a promise of retribution in case someone dared cross the line and hurt someone dear to his heart.

Left with no choice, men in different kinds of uniforms, ranging from decorated military officials down to his security team, trailed behind Maxen as he dashed towards Olivia's decoy apartment, leaving a trail of smoke in his path.

It didn't help that the door to Olivia's decoy apartment was open and what was once Maxen briskly walking turned into a full sprint. "Baby! You scared me!" Maxen exclaimed as he panted once he got inside.

Arriving shortly after him were the men and women he left behind in his haste. They stood by the threshold and their faces were akin to a Picasso painting, what with how contorted with a shock it was.

To everyone's surprise, they found Olivia sitting by the kitchen island, her feet dangled by the tall barstool as she took her time drinking a glass of water.

Everyone was scratching their heads as they regarded Olivia, whose pinky finger stuck out as she tipped the glass and drank every drop of water in it.

The group of military officers' eyes moved and followed the glass when Olivia peeled it from her lips and placed it on the countertop.

What added to their confusion too was finding an unconscious Lance Go below her feet with a gunshot wound on his manhood.

Wyatt surveyed the area. His brows slanted up in a pyramid as he saw the trail of blood smeared the length of the hallway from a bedroom.

He scratched his head and wondered what the heck was going on until he heard Olivia's voice.

"I'm okay. Heeey. Stop it. I told you I'm fine," Olivia giggled as Maxen checked every inch of her body for bruises, breathing in a sigh of relief when he found none.

She peeled his hands off her and the smile on her face faded as she removed the panic button from her blouse, which Maxen almost stopped her from doing so until she glared at him.

"This thing is not working, Max," Olivia complained, placing the panic button on the marble countertop. "It was too late when Shadow got the ping. I already shot Lance twice."

"That's impossible. It never happened before. Are you sure you pressed it twice?"

"I did. And someone's messing up with my phone too. My guess is someone was jamming my signal. See?" She flipped her phone so the screen would face Maxen. "It was out of service for most of the day until no—hmmm."

A blush painted Olivia's cheeks as Maxen's lips crashed onto hers, stealing her breath away. On reflex, her hands flew to Maxen's hands that were cupping her face.

She sat still on the barstool and let him deepen the kiss by parting her lips open for him. Their c.h.e.s.ts glued together as his tongue swirled inside in a dance with hers, completely ignoring the group of men and women who now averted their gazes either on the ceiling or on the floor as they made out in the kitchen.

Their kiss got cut short though when Wyatt cleared his throat before the two would go on a full-on make-out session.

Tucking the loose hair behind Olivia's ear, Maxen said, "We'll get your button fixed. Don't worry. I'm sorry I made you go through this." He exhaled his frustrations.

He was glad that nothing grave happened to Olivia, but that didn't mean they're out of danger's range. Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, Maxen asked, "How about we sell this place and the penthouse too?"

"We have to get the security system fixed first so the resale value won't drop and oh, I think he's up again."

Immediately, Olivia and Maxen's eyes darted on the floor and noticed for the first time where Olivia shot the guy.

"Uhhh, that was a good aim, baby," he commented, scratching the skin above his eyebrows. He couldn't find the right words to express his bewilderment. While he applauded Olivia for having an excellent aim, but his wife's penchant for shooting balls scared him.

Maxen audibly gulped. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced a golf-ball-size lump down his throat. It was a wise decision for him to end his philandering days the instant he met her, or else, he could end up as one of Olivia's targets and he could kiss his balls goodbye too.

Wyatt did his best to avert his gaze, but he couldn't help himself, so stealthily darted his eyes to his jewels. Subconsciously, he heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that he was dating Emily when Ollie introduced Olivia to him.

What if they started dating, and she caught him cheating on her? Chances of her gunning his balls flashed before his eyes and he shook the horrific image off his head. He didn't want to have the same fate as the two men who tried to harm her.

"Somebody take the man for interrogation," a decorated general said when Lance g.r.o.a.n.e.d one more time.

Everyone moved in synchrony and was ready to clear the space when Olivia remembered something.

"He said he had accomplices waiting for him in the bas.e.m.e.nt parking lot."