CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 615 GOT THAT DOG

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[09/07/2020 | Time: 11:50 AM | Location: Hahnwald Estate, Cologne]

"Zeus! Platz! Platz!" she commanded, using the German commands Rakim had taught her. The dog’s ears twitched at the familiar word, but his grip remained firm. Still, in the end, he let go as May neared, moving to stand next to her as he growled at the whimpering man.

The man immediately scrambled backwards, clutching his torn arm against his chest, blood dripping steadily onto the pristine lawn. His face was pale with shock and pain as he continued to cry out in agony. "You’re insane!" he gasped in heavily accented English, German mixed with what sounded like Dutch. "That beast needs to be put down; it could have killed me!"

(Wooof) Zeus loudly barked, seemingly taking his aggressive words as a threat, stepping in front of May. "What kind of idiot breaks into a house with a dog, just shut up while I call the police. Zeus Shau (Look)." She commanded before walking back to the house as Zeus lay down in front of the man.

"Hey, you can’t just leave me here!" He shouted in anger, attempting to get up, but that prompted Zeus to get up from his sleeping position. This immediately froze the man, who then behaved and sat back down as the dog resumed its resting position.

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[13:00]

Rakim was sitting in the relaxation lounge with some of his teammates, sipping on a Carrot, clementine & pineapple juice. Following the players’ request, the club added a professional Juice Bar that worked in tandem with their team nutritionist. The players had just finished going through the recovery routine following today’s training session.

"Man, I’m telling you, we’re practically the kings of Cologne now," Diaby commented with a bright smile as he sipped his ginger orange recovery juice. "So I took my girl to Dario’s Pizzaria, and let me tell you, the food chefs kiss that three-star Michelin is well deserved..."

"Wait, you got a girl to go out with you?" Leon teased, causing a bout of laughter from the nearby player. "Wait, you actually got a seat at Darios? That place is booked solid for months."

"Yeah, I got a girl we’ve been dating for months, I’m actually handsome, unlike you ugly bastards," the French man retorted with a sumg green only to be met with angry retorts. "Being angry won’t change facts, anyway. We enjoyed the food, then came the bill, and oh boy, was it long."

The look of terror on his face made all the players gulp in understanding, having faced similar situations in the past. "Being the Casanova that I am, I couldn’t be a bitch, so I fished for my card, ready to pay, but then came the head chef Dario." He took a pause, letting the tension build. "The man asked for a picture with the champ and forgave the bill."

"That lucky bastard," Bailey muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Free food at Dario’s? Man, I’ve been trying to get a reservation there for months."

"Being cup winners has its perks," Diaby grinned, taking another sip of his juice. "Though I’m not sure how long this honeymoon period will last. Once the season starts again, we’ll just be another team trying to—"

Rakim’s phone buzzed aggressively in his pocket, cutting through the conversation. The caller ID was unfamiliar, because it wasn’t every day that the police called him. "Hello, this is Officer Müller. Is this Rakim Rex?" A commanding but polite voice resounded over the speakers, instantly causing him to freeze up.

"Yes, that’s me. Is something wrong, Officer?" he asked, already feeling a knot in his stomach.

"Ah, sorry to inform you, but someone broke into your property. Ah, don’t worry, your companion is fine. Your dog took a good chunk out of him, subduing him. He’s now in the hospital. I’m calling to let you know so you can press charges." There was a long silence following the officer’s voice, during which neither of them spoke, but Rakim’s entire demeanour had turned cold.

"Of course, we were pressing charges against all the mr officers." He quickly responded after gathering his thoughts. "We will cooperate fully if you need anything. I’ll be at my home as soon as possible."

"I have to go," Rakim announced abruptly, standing up from the lounge chair so fast that his juice cup nearly toppled over. The casual atmosphere among his teammates shifted instantly as they registered the tension in his voice and the rigid set of his shoulders.

"Whoa, what’s wrong?" Bailey asked, setting down his own drink, concern clearly evident in his voice as he studied Rakim’s face.

"Someone broke into my house," Rakim said curtly, already pulling his training bag from under his chair. "May’s fine, but Zeus attacked the intruder..." He paused, running a hand through his hair. "Police are involved now, so I need to go handle it. Can one of you let the Gaffer know?"

The group fell silent except for the hum of the air conditioning. Diaby was the first to speak. "Bro, that’s insane. Was it one of those reporters?"

"Has to be," Leon muttered, shaking his head. "They’ve been camping outside the training ground for days. I knew this would escalate."

Rakim’s jaw clenched as he shouldered his bag. "I need to get home. May’s dealing with this alone, and I should have been there."

"Hey," Diaby said, standing up and placing a firm hand on Rakim’s shoulder. "Don’t blame yourself, man. The important thing is May’s safe."

"And Zeus did what he’s supposed to do," Bailey added. "Protected his family. He’s really got that dog in him, you should get him a medal or one of those bison legs you get him for special occasions."

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[13:45 PM]

Rakim’s Lamborghini roared up the driveway, tyres gliding over the block pavement as he parked hastily near the front entrance. Two police cars sat in his circular driveway, leading to the front door, their presence making the situation feel more real. He said hello to the officer before rushing into the house, where he found May sitting at the marble island in the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket despite the warm July afternoon.

A female police officer sat across from her, notebook in hand, while a paramedic finished bandaging a small cut on May’s foot from the broken glass. "Are you okay?" Rakim asked immediately, crossing to her side and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

May leaned into him, and he felt some of the tension leave her body. "I’m fine. Just shaken up. Zeus..." She gestured toward the living room where the German Shepherd lay on his platform, lying back down after realising that the person who had barged into the room was his master. "He did exactly what he was trained to do."

Officer Müller, a stocky man in his fifties with greying temples, approached them. "Mr Rex? I’m the one who called you. Your dog quite literally caught our intruder red-handed - or should I say red-armed." His little joke fell flat, as some of the officers felt a sense of second-hand embarrassment at their superior, looking away to avoid eye contact.

He didn’t mind, though, as a hint of approval appeared on his face. "The man is at Cologne General Hospital receiving stitches. Puncture wounds on his forearm and thigh, nothing life-threatening, but enough to make him think twice about trespassing again."

"What exactly happened?" Rakim asked, though he could already piece together most of it from the scene.

The female officer, Inspector Weber, flipped through her notes. "The suspect, one Henrik Vandenburg from Amsterdam, was found crouched in your backyard with professional camera equipment. He claims he’s a photographer working for a British tabloid, The Son, though he couldn’t produce proper press credentials."

"We double checked with the security cameras and found that he hopped over the wall on the east side." The officer continued with a serious expression. "We’re still not sure why the alarm wasn’t triggered, but luckily, your dog was there to take him down before it could get dangerous."

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To Be Continued...