Chapter 114 Nobody Moves
“Who the fuck are you?” the overweight man barked, anger flashing across his face. Wrapped in nothing but a towel that clung precariously to his waist, he radiated a mix of irritation and surprise. Clearly, his fun had been cut abruptly short.
Marvin winced, feeling a surge of embarrassment for the intrusion. Renee had definitely crossed a line this time. Shattering the door was one thing, but to interrupt a man’s private moments–what if the stress rendered him impotent from here on?
Yet, Renee displayed none of the usual pretenses of regret. Ignoring the man’s outrage, she boldly stepped forward, only to be blocked by his imposing frame.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” His tone dripped with condescension as his eyes unabashedly scanned her from head to toe.
Renee’s response was swift and forceful. With an unexpected burst of strength, she pushed the man–easily over 180 pounds–back several steps.
“Back off!” she snapped, her voice thick with fury. Without another word, she barged into the room.
Curiosity piqued, Marvin wanted to follow her, but he had barely taken a step when Renee’s stern voice halted him in his tracks. “Nobody fucking moves! Take one step, ́ and I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your miserable life!”
Marvin stopped immediately. Though he might have dismissed such a warning from anyone else, Renee’s threats carried a weight he dared not test.
“Renee…” A young woman’s voice, thick with tears, echoed from within the room.
Her sobs were heart–wrenching, painting a picture of her despair.
Marvin’s mind raced as he connected the dots. All this while, Renee’s insistence on helping him find his room had been nothing more than a clever diversion. She had been using him as a shield to mask her real mission. And now, it was clear–she was here to save the young woman trapped inside!
Moments later, Renee emerged, striding out with unshakable confidence. She cradled a figure swaddled in a blanket tightly against her chest, her strength and resolve
unmistakable. Even Marvin couldn’t deny that Renee’s strength was downright remarkable.
“She’s so cool…” his girlfriend murmured, her gaze locked on Renee’s bold departure. The daring, almost provocative way Renee carried the woman sparked a flicker of admiration in her eyes.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Who the hell are you?”
The overweight man blocked Renee’s path once more, his voice booming with indignation. In a swift, deft move, Renee lashed out with a kick aimed directly at his groin. Forewarned by previous encounters, the man managed to dodge just in time, though his retreat was anything but graceful. As he scrambled back, his towel betrayed him, slipping from his waist and leaving him completely exposed in the hallway.
Marvin’s girlfriend shrieked, shielding her eyes with both hands.
Meanwhile, the man scrambled to retrieve his fallen towel, clumsily wrapping it around his waist again. But it was too late; Renee had already whisked the woman away.
As he was ready to pursue Renee, Marvin stepped in his path, effectively blocking him. He tossed him a casual grin. “Hey, man, just drop it. She’s out of your league, isn’t she?”
“Who the hell are you?” the man barked, his face reddening.
Marvin straightened up, an air of superiority settling over him as he cleared his throat pompously. “I’m Marvin Doyle. Yes, from THE Doyle family,” he declared with a smirk.
The mention of the Doyle name sent a visible shiver through the man, his demeanor. swiftly changing as he forced a smile. “Mr. Doyle… my apologies for not recognizing you. Please excuse my earlier behavior.”
Marvin waved him off with a magnanimous flick of his hand. “Forget about it,” he said, the words breezy and forgiving.
The man lingered, a mix of curiosity and anxiety in his eyes. “Mr. Doyle, that woman… who is she?”
“That’s Mr. Mitchell’s wife,” Marvin replied, his tone laced with a hint of pity. “Buddy, you’ve stepped into deep shit, and there’s no way out now. Good luck with that.”
He gave the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, and then grimaced and hastily wiped his hand on his pants, a look of distaste crossing his face. Stepping away, he couldn’t resist a parting shot, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “I’ve heard jokes about overweight dudes having tiny dicks, and today I saw the proof. Buddy, maybe it’s
time to hit the gym.”
