Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 160: The Reaper Gang

Liam stood there. Foot pressed against Iggy’s chest. Looking down at him.

Then he turned his head.

Looked back at the three hundred men standing behind him.

They were just standing there. Silent. Watching. Not moving.

Liam’s jaw tightened.

"Don’t you see I’m about to kill your boss?" His voice was loud. Cutting through the silence. "And you’re all just standing there?"

Silence.

Not one person moved. Not one person spoke.

Then someone in the back said it.

"Fuck him."

Another voice. Different person. "He lost."

"Not our problem anymore."

"Should’ve been stronger."

More voices joined in. Overlapping. Dismissive. Cold. Like they were talking about throwing out garbage.

The same people who’d been cheering for Iggy minutes ago. Shouting his name. Hyping him up. Celebrating when they thought Liam was finished.

Now they didn’t care.

Liam stared at them.

His stomach turned. Disgust crawling up his throat like bile.

’These people have no loyalty. None. They were just celebrating him. Screaming his name. Now they’re throwing him away like he’s nothing.’

He looked back down at Iggy.

Iggy’s eyes were still closed. His breathing was shallow. Wet-sounding. Blood still pooling beside his head. Dark red spreading across the cracked concrete.

Liam’s jaw clenched.

His hand tightened into a fist.

’I have to kill him. If I don’t make an example out of their boss, this ruthless group of people will just come back. They’ll regroup. They’ll attack us again. They’ll keep coming until we’re dead.’ 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He raised his foot. Positioned it over Iggy’s throat. Ready to bring it down. Hard. Crush his windpipe.

Then he stopped.

Looked at Iggy’s face. At the blood. The bruises covering his skin. The dislocated jaw hanging at that wrong angle.

His voice came out quiet. Almost a whisper. "I’m sorry."

"Stop!"

The voice echoed through the warehouse. Loud. Sharp. Commanding.

Liam’s head snapped up.

Shay was standing at the entrance. Behind him were maybe hundred guys. Liam’s gang. All of them holding weapons. Metal pipes. Baseball bats. Chains wrapped around fists. Some had crowbars. A few had wrenches.

Shay started walking.

Straight toward Liam. His steps steady. Confident. Purpose in every movement.

The three hundred men parted immediately. Made a wide path. Moved aside without hesitation. Without a word.

Shay walked through the middle. Didn’t look at any of them. Just kept his eyes locked on Liam.

He reached the crater. Stopped at the edge. Looked down at Iggy for a second. Then up at Liam.

"Don’t do it."

Liam’s eyes narrowed. "I can’t just leave him, Shay. He’ll come back. He’ll regroup his guys and attack us again. You know that."

Shay shook his head slowly. "You’re not getting what I’m trying to say."

"Then what are you saying?"

Shay’s expression shifted. Became serious. His voice dropped lower. Quieter. "What I’m saying is that killing someone changes you. Not right away. But it does. You start seeing it when you close your eyes. When you’re trying to sleep. When you’re alone." He paused. "You’re still young. You haven’t crossed that line yet. Once you do, you can’t come back from it. And I don’t want that weight on you. Not if I can carry it instead."

Liam stared at him.

’If only he knew I’ve already killed someone before. That I’ve already crossed that line. That the weight is already there.’

His voice came out flat. "So what are you saying? We should just leave him alone?"

Shay smiled. Small. Grim. No humor in it. "No."

His right hand moved. Reached behind his back. Under his jacket.

Pulled out a pistol.

Black. Compact. Grip worn from use. He held it loosely in his hand. Casual. Like it was an extension of his arm.

Liam looked at the gun. Then at Shay’s face.

He understood.

He shrugged. Stepped back. Off Iggy’s chest. Out of the crater. Gave Shay space.

Shay stepped down. Into the crater. His boots crunching on broken concrete. He walked over to where Iggy was lying. Stood over him. Looked down.

Then he raised the gun. Pointed it at Iggy’s head. The barrel aimed right between his eyes.

His voice was calm. Even. No emotion. "Any last words?"

Iggy’s eyes opened. Just slightly. Bloodshot. Struggling to focus. His pupils dilated. Unfocused.

His mouth moved. Blood bubbled at the corner of his lips. His voice came out wet. Ragged. Barely audible.

"This... isn’t... the end."

Shay’s expression didn’t change. "Seems like it to me."

He pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The gunshot cracked through the warehouse. Sharp. Final. The sound echoing off every wall. Bouncing back. Fading slowly.

Iggy’s head jerked to the side from the impact. Then went completely still.

Blood spread across the concrete. Dark. Thick. Pooling faster now.

Liam kept his eyes open. Watched the whole thing. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t look away.

Shay lowered the gun. Stood there for a second. Looking down at the body. Then he stepped back. Walked out of the crater.

He looked at Liam. Didn’t say anything. Just nodded once.

Liam nodded back.

Then he turned around. Faced the three hundred men still standing there. Still watching. Waiting to see what would happen next.

He stepped forward. Walked to the edge of the crater where everyone could see him clearly.

Silence filled the warehouse. Complete. Heavy. Three hundred people holding their breath.

Liam’s voice cut through it. Loud. Strong. Carrying to every corner of the space.

"This is it."

He paused. Let the words sink in.

"This is what happens to anyone who attacks my gang."

Silence.

People shifted their weight. Looked at each other. No one spoke. No one moved.

Liam continued. His voice harder now. Colder. "If you do, I’m going to come find you. Every single one of you. Like a swarm of reapers coming for your life." He paused again. Let that image sit in their heads. "So get this into your thick skulls as you leave and never come back. Don’t ever mess with The Reaper Gang."

Behind them, his gang erupted.

Shouting. Cheering. Voices overlapping in a wave of sound.

"Reaper Gang!"

"Yeah!"

"Let’s fucking go!"

"Reaper Gang!"

The sound grew louder. Echoing. Filling the warehouse. Drowning out everything else.

Liam didn’t turn around. Just kept his eyes on the three hundred men in front of him.

His expression was hard. Cold. Unreadable.

"Leave," he said. His voice cutting through the noise behind him. "And never come back."

For a moment, no one moved.

Then someone in the back turned. Started walking toward the exit.

Then another person. Then three more. Then ten.

Like a dam breaking.

All of them started moving at once. Heading for the doors. Some walking quickly. Some jogging. All of them wanting to get out. Get away.

The crowd thinned. Spread out. Moved faster.

Quiet settled over the warehouse as they left. Just the sound of footsteps. Boots on concrete. Fading as they got farther away.

One of Liam’s guys near the door shifted suddenly. A flinch. Fake lunge. Just messing around.

One of the men leaving saw it. Flinched hard. Stumbled. Nearly fell. Kept walking. Faster now. Almost running.

A few people behind him laughed. Quiet. Restrained.

Liam watched them all go. Didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood there until the last person disappeared through the door.

The warehouse was quiet now.

Just Liam’s gang. Thirty guys. Standing around. Some leaning on their weapons. Some sitting on crates. All of them looking at Liam.

Liam let out a long breath. His shoulders dropped slightly. The tension leaving his body.

He turned around. Looked at Shay.

"How did I do?"

Shay smiled. Wide. Genuine. The kind of smile that reached his eyes. "You did great. That speech was solid. And the gang name?" He nodded. "The Reaper Gang. That’s fucking awesome."

Liam felt a small smile tug at his lips. "I just came up with it on the spot. I’m glad you liked it."

Shay’s smile widened. "I love it." Then his expression shifted. Became more serious. Thoughtful. "But what impressed me more wasn’t the speech. It was the fact that you didn’t even flinch when you watched me put a bullet in that guy’s head."

Liam’s smile faded. His voice came out steady. Calm. "I needed to show them I wasn’t afraid. That I meant what I said. If I’d looked away or flinched, they wouldn’t have taken the threat seriously. They’d come back thinking I was soft."

Shay stared at him for a long moment. Just looking. Studying him.

Then he shook his head slowly. A small smile on his face. "You’re one weird dude, you know that?"

Liam’s smile came back. Small. "Yeah. I know."

Damien walked up. Looked around the warehouse. At the broken concrete. The blood. The shattered ceiling panels. The destroyed crates.

He let out a low whistle. "So this is our new base?"

Shay turned to look at him. His voice was calm. Matter-of-fact. "Yeah. This is it."

Damien grinned. Wide. Excited. "This place is fucking huge. Way better than the old spot."

A few other guys came over. Started talking. Pointing at different areas. Discussing what could go where. What needed to be cleaned up. What could be salvaged.

Shay raised his voice slightly. Loud enough for everyone to hear. "We should celebrate!"

A cheer went up. People started talking louder. Making plans. Someone mentioned drinks. Someone else mentioned food.

The energy shifted. From tense to excited. Relief mixing with adrenaline.

Liam was about to say something. About to agree.

Then his phone rang.

The sound cut through the noise. Sharp. Insistent.

He pulled it out of his pocket. Looked at the screen.

Elena.

His jaw tightened. His stomach dropped slightly.

He stepped away. A few feet from the group. Pressed answer. Brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

Elena’s voice came through. Calm. Controlled. Direct. "I’m at your place. We need to talk."

Liam’s eyes narrowed. "I’ll be right there."

"Good. Don’t keep me waiting."

The call ended.

Liam lowered the phone. Stared at the screen for a second. Then put it back in his pocket.

He turned around. Walked back to where Shay and Damien were standing.

"I have to go."

Shay looked at him. Raised an eyebrow. "Right now?"

"Yeah."

Damien’s expression shifted. More serious. "Everything okay?"

Liam nodded. Once. "Yeah. I just need to handle something."

Shay studied his face for a moment. Reading him. Then he nodded slowly. "Alright. Be careful."

"I will."

Liam turned. Started walking toward the exit. His footsteps echoing in the now quieter warehouse.

Behind him, he heard Damien’s voice. Low. Curious.

"What do you think that was about?"

Shay’s response was just as quiet. Thoughtful. "No idea. But whatever it is, it’s got him tense."

Liam kept walking. Didn’t look back. Out the door. Into the cool night air.