’Augustus Crowe’

Gazing at a half lit Villa with no sign of activity, Miles’ talent functions were instantly activated.

His eyes cautiously swept the rest of the villas that aligned at each side of the street

The sky was mostly dark, there was no sign of activity outside each villa, making him heave and glance at his wrist watch.

’Told mom I would be a bit late for dinner, I have a maximum of one hour to deal with this.’ Miles reminded himself and cracked his neck before heading to the opposite Villa which was half lit and two back luxurious vehicles parked within.

In his vision, red holographic lines and angles floated in the air. The passcode to the villa appeared before him and several ways to enter the villa were quickly outlined through its transparent structure.

He could also see the red signal flare shaped in human figures inside the villa.

Without delay, Miles slipped on his prepared gloves, typing the pass codes and walking inside.

The interior was a grand but formal sitting room with a very high ceiling. Neat to the smallest details and everything was placed in sophisticated order.

At the centre, right beneath where the TV was hung was an active fireplace, burning mildly to warm the space.

However, there was no one in sight, but Miles could see through the walls. Focusing on the red human flares, he was able to distinguish their shapes and sizes more clearly and identified them.

’Early sleepers.’ Miles thought, the silhouette of three little girls forming in a room right above his head

This was the house of Augustus Crowe, the Senior Managing Director of Lume Horizon who threatened to fire Hannah if he couldn’t have a piece of her.

After looking the bastard up on the Internet, Miles was more than disgusted by what he saw.

Not only was the man the corporate form of gluttony, he had a ugly fat face, married and had children within the age of 10 to 5.

He thought that was it at first, but then checked into the man’s wife. The man’s wife was a chubby pig no less, the perfect couple. It was a wonder how they fucked.

Of course, he wouldn’t hold a grudge if it was just that, but Miles discovered the biography of the woman as a rapidly rising manager under his mother’s department in recent years.

Putting the clues together, he figured that the Managing Director was playing a win-win game. He either got his mother or got his wife promoted to take her place as the director.

To be honest, it was a smart move, but not when it involved a Sinclair.

Tonight, he was here for the couples.

’Good, highly sound proofed room. It seems they are a nasty duo, to have included such to protect the children.’

Silently walking towards the door, Miles confirmed the girls were asleep and made his way to the king bedroom, designed to contain a king sized bed.

Inside, the couples were lying on the bed with quite the space between them. A not so happy home it seemed.

In the next second, the tranquillity in the room was broken as a click came from the door. With his face half covered by a white bandana, Miles unhurriedly made sure that door was properly locked. Then using the street lamps outside to find his direction, he got to the window, locking it air tight and pulled down the curtains.

He glanced at the two outlined figures in the darkness who were yet to wake up and shook his head.

’Too comfy...’ Miles thought and switched on the lights, illuminating the room.

It was big, spacious and carried the air of corporate luxury in fact, but at the same time, it felt very empty.

Looking at how tidy it was, Miles figured they had a home service clean up their house daily.

There was a cushion located by the corner of the room.

’Just what I needed.’

Miles pushed the chair with a screech, finally waking the two couples who struggled to open their eyes in a sluggish manner.

"Huh? What is it?"

Augustus fumbled, feeling a pang of hunger in his stomach as he squeezed his face to get a clearer look at the still figure at the centre of the room.

To the side, Doris, his wife, frowned as the bed sank deeper under her weight.

Letting out disgruntled groans, their fuzzy vision quickly cleared and they both froze. Stiffly tilting their necks to glance at each other, then at Miles’ still figure with a bandana covering half of his face.

" What the hell?" Augustus cursed, his breath lowered as he rubbed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Doris being frail at heart was beginning to panic, fear seducing her.

A masked figure, inside their home, so early in the night meant he was likely a serial killer. A burglar would be wise enough to know the rest of the neighbourhood wasn’t asleep like they were. If they screamed for help...

Doris quickly tilted towards the glass window that spanned two metres. She had previously opened it for fresh night wind to fill the room. But now, it was closed, and the curtains were down.

Her eyes darted towards Miles’ figure once again and this time he finally moved.

" Wakey wakey!" Recalling the exact said to him earlier in the morning, he said it to the couples.

" Who are you?"

" Quick! Call the cops."

The obese man barked using all his strength to shift, stretching his hand towards the night stand to reach the familiar, solid frame of his phone. But to no avail, nothing.

Doris, his wife, tried to find her phone but couldn’t.

Instantly, Miles’ eyes turned cold, activating Cold Blooded Heart’s ability to freeze them in fear and horror that they couldn’t move.

" Looking for this?" He said, waving three phones in his hands.

How could he forget such basic procedures?

Overwhelmed by the sense of danger similar to facing death itself, both couples couldn’t even bring themselves to speak. Trembling instead.

" Augustus Crowe and Doris Crowe. It’s a pleasure meeting you two to be honest."

Miles let out a simple smile that seemed devilish to the two couples.

" Don’t worry, you don’t need to panic. Your children are soundly asleep with no harm done to them if you might wonder."

As he said this, Miles walked towards the closet and to his surprise there were nothing but belts and ties hung inside.

"How fortunate." Knowing he didn’t have to search the walk in closet next to it, he grabbed five belts and a couple of ties.

" Come." With a flick of his hand, he motioned for Augustus to come. And without daring to defy his order, trembling in fear, the obese man pushed aside the sheets to reveal that he was just in his boxers and walked closer, almost losing his balance halfway.

Trembling, Augustus sat in the chair.

"Well, that was easy." Miles said and lowered himself, buckling the man’s feet with three belts.

He smiled as he did the same to the man’s hands, securing his movement.

" Jeez . Fat pigs, you gotta learn to relax alright? Or you don’t mind leaving this world too soon." Miles revealed two knives he brought from the kitchen down stairs.

One was small with a pointed sharp tip and the other was broad and big like a butcher’s knife.

The air chilled in an instant.

"No! No! No! Please! Please don’t do this!"

Augustus trembled, sobering at the sight of the stainless steel blades.

Whilst, on the bed, Doris started to sob without Miles even making any moves against her.

"Please, don’t do this! I have kids to care for!" She pleaded, tears in her eyes but Miles wasn’t phased.

"Hehehe- really? Why didn’t you think of that when you fired employees that looked better than you?"

"Please! What do you want? Money? I can send you all that I have but please don’t kill me! I have a couple of priceless Jewelry in the closet! I’ll give them to you please! Let me go! I beg you!"

When faced with their pleas, Miles realised that both couples never identified themselves together .

The wife,Doris, pleaded for her and her kids. Whilst, Augustus selfishly asked him to spare his life.

’Man, there are levels to this shit.’

Faced with both couples Miles walked towards the chubby woman and placed the knife on her neck.

The woman didn’t dare resist and stiffened.

"What do you say? I kill her and let you live?"

Miles asked grinning as Augustus’ face stiffened in fright and quickly switched the next instant.

"Yes! Yes! Please do."

Without the slightest hesitation, the man agreed to sacrifice his wife’s life.

Doris’ face turned ugly, paled with fright and a deep feeling of betrayal.

Although it wasn’t a happy marriage, he had a sense of understanding between them.

How could he?

She thought with hate. Horror stricken as the cold blade of her kitchen knife glinted at her face.

But Miles’ next word, completely shook.

"How ruthless. But I have a scenario to offer you both a fair chance to live..."

Doris brimmed with hope—

"I’ll fuck her to my content and if your dick dares to rise, then you’ll suffer a horrible fate."

’A Cuckold?’

This was Doris’ last clear thought as her whole body heated up, lust overtaking her consciousness under the effect of a heavy dose of aphrodisiac.