If he was having this much trouble, the difficulty of the laying minigame must have spiked up massively. That made some sense. Laying an egg that big would need more effort than a single flex of the abs. Marcel had to do all of this alone. I was not going to lift a single finger to help. He was a shitty person. To be honest, he was lucky I did not actively interfere. It took him 2 whole days to gather the strength and concentration needed to lay the egg. It was the size of 2 fists. I could not imagine being able to lay something that size myself. Marcel was totally exhausted after the ordeal. Now that it was out on its own, it needed to be stored in a heated place. I had purchased an egg incubator while I was waiting for the egg to grow to this size. At the end of the long 9 weeks, it would hatch into a baby. That baby could then start doing what regular babies could do. I would need to fed and look after the child. Naming it could wait until I got a good look at it. I was curious to see what gender it would be. Another major curiosity was the features it would inherit from me and which would be from the mother.
Getting too far ahead of myself could lead to problems. I shook my head and focused my attention on Marcel. He was passed out from the strain. That was for the best. It would be difficult to wake him. Even if he were awake, it was not like he would have anything pleasant to say to me. He hated my guts. It was definitely justified at this point. Whether or not he liked me did not matter. Now that he had laid the egg, he was useless to me. It was time to get rid of him. Since he was passed out, it was easy to take him out of the restraints and get him dressed. Picking him up was not hard with my level of strength. I tossed him in the alley behind the motel. I had made sure to lock and double lock all the points of entry. He was not going to be able to get in here so easily. Hopefully, he would get the hint and simply go home. There was no need to fight. He had lost. Now that he got punished, it was not worth it to come back. I would definitely kill him if he tried to get revenge on me. There was a time for mercy. It was why I had let him go in the first place. Things were easier on us both. We would see.
He had the ball in his court now. Marcel had a choice. All we could do was wait for him to make his move. I was fine and confident either way. Either I would be free to do as I pleased and have the child to myself, or I would kill him and would still have the child to myself. Ivan and Aiden were always stopping in to check in on me. Now that I was free to leave and be myself, I could join them for things. I could also do some jobs for the old man. Even with the burden known as Marcel was weighing me down, I got some delivery and pickup jobs in. I knew that I had to be on the verge of ranking up in my reputation with him. Right now I was just an errand boy. The easy fall guy that was only good for moving things from place to place. If I could prove myself, I could be way more. Maybe I would be an enforcer. Being the bodyguard of someone important could be cool. Maybe he would move me out of the drug racket entirely. He was an old criminal. His hand is in a lot of pies. Drugs were not the only type of big time thing to do. There was no doubt that sticking with him would be great for my money.
