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" Honey! What's keeping you over there?" A male's voice sounded annoyed even as he spoke, he was seatedat the dining table and seemed to be waiting for someone.
No voice came from the other side and he dropped his cutlery in anger, he walked towards the other side of the room and slowed in his tracks as the scent of blood reached him, his eyes darkening as he trailed the blood on the floor.
" Sarah!—
He couldn't finish his scream of terror when his own scream of pain filled the house, it was quick yet painful and bloody. A dark figure stared at the bloody mess of the two, its eyes glowing red in the dark with long claws dripping with blood.
The next morning sweetheart woke up exhausted even before the day could begin, the queen had not come to see him after and he didn't really care, it's just that she was the only ticket out of there. " You didn't sleep…." Madame Francaise noticed as her eyes paused on him. " I don't sleep, madame ….that's why I'm still alive " he replied coolly his eyes boring into Francaise as she shifted in her seat, everyone feared her but not him.. he screamed of danger everywhere he went.
The magistrate walked into the harem with his men and they stared at the prostitutes with disgust. " who do we have here, the magistrate himself…..a discount for you and your men maybe?" Francaise found herself walking towards them with a grin. The man stared at her before he tried to walk pass her but then she grabbed his belt, grounding him in place. " What the hell do you want?" Her voice small and threatening.
" I'm here for an investigation, there's been a murder….so let go of me before I make you eat it?" He said, his brows raised as if asking her if she wanted that and she glared at him. " Does the queen know about this? This is her harem!" Francaise spoke with power and the magistrate sighed. He didn't have time for this and definitely didn't have to explain anything to the bitch standing in front of him with her bosom peeking out of her dress, he had a bad idea about it, now that he was looking.
" You can ask the king yourself, Francaise!" He said looking at her appearance one more time before signaling his men to search the whole place, his eyes falling on ' OUR ' man and he froze. He felt his intimidating aura even as sweetheart stared back at him and then smiled, " You must be the talked about, you must answer some questions " he said and sweetheart stood his ground, his eyes telling him, they couldn't force anything out of him and the magistrate shook his head. He was just as he heard, " I thought you're here for a search, is there a change of event?" Sweetheart replied with a question simply.
" You are surely under arrest for the murder of Mr and Mrs Jenkins !" The magistrate said and his men grabbed sweetheart's arms firmly and he simply allowed them. " Take your hands off my property, you fools!!" The queen had entered the harem with her guards, she was so angry that she could kill anyone that came in her way at the moment. " My queen…." The magistrate bowed before continuing, " We have to take him in for questioning, my lady" he paused, " There's been a murder and he was the last person the Jenkins interacted with before their death " he said firmly his eyes going back to the unfazed man who only stared at them coldly.
" You think, you can budge into my harem and say whatever you like without thinking and who gave you the fuckin right to search my business!" She exclaimed like it was the most absurd thing to be done, knowing well that she was the queen of the land. " The king gave an order, my queen….Mr. Jenkins was a new member of the Alpha Organization and your man is a suspect " the magistrate explained and the mention of the Alpha Organization shook the atmosphere and there was an uncomfortable silence.
" I suggest you allow us take him in, before the Alpha Organization comes around else…" he trailed and the queen sighed, what the hell!
Sweetheart was dragged out of the brothel and the queen stormed out of the building, her eyes following sweetheart as he was pushed into a black carriage. " You- don't touch a single hair on his head, else I will come for you and your entire family Logan!" Cassandra threatened the magistrate before he entered the carriage, his men following behind in another carriage. " You must be very special to her….She never threatens me" Logan muttered to no one really because sweetheart had closed his eyes simply ignoring everything.
" The useless man wants to play king all of a sudden! Just pray Jared…..just fuckin pray!" Cassandra yelled at the king, her husband and the man grabbed her arm even before she could walk out on him. " You're so attached to that boy, people speak Cassandra, this could be for the best— He was interrupted when she yanked her arm out of his grasp and pointed a finger at him.
" You don't get a say about it! What happened to our agreement, you do what you want and I do M. I. N. E!! Remember? I want him out else I will burn your fuckin castle!" She roared and turned around to leave, her ass bouncing in her free skirt as she walked. " I am dying, Cass!" And she stopped in her tracks, " You are a queen with no heir, those bastards will take this land from you the moment I breathe my last and you're worried about another man…. You should stay in my bed! Before thinking of bringing him out " king Jared spoke slowly, his breathing uneven as he walked towards her.
" You do realize, I'm the only one who can save his filthy life right?" He added when he was just behind her ears. Cassandra turned to him with a frown, " so this has something to do with your selfish ass, Jared?" She asked with disgust. " What happened to the rules we agreed upon this marriage? You got the throne and I do my business, there's no part of intimacy Jared— That's we're you're misunderstanding Cassandra! It is your duty to give me an heir, weather you like it or not " Jared caught her off, his voice rising in process and Cassandra stared at him with disbelief.
Jared had left her as agreed and she didn't mess with his business, he was a fuckin gay! And she looked straight men…he was handsome and rich but he was fuckin gay and only behaved Lovey-dovey in public, did he hit his head on a wall or did he get fucked rather by his mate. " Let go of me!" She screamed but he only increased his grip on her making her scream in pain, " You will open your legs for me Cassandra!" He said firmly before dragging her to the bed forcefully.
" You know…I have been very curious of you! I hate the brothel but doesn't mean I hate sex. What's so special about you and sweetheart! Is that really your name?" The Logan squeezed sweetheart's thigh and now he got the man's attention as he stared back at him. His frown visible now that his head was raised, " Take your fuckin hands off!" Sweetheart growled and Logan laughed, his body vibrating as he shook.
" I really don't wish to touch any of you, but there's this…..arrogance and air of strong mentality and resolve that I seriously want to break." Logan nodded, satisfied with what he said and sweetheart stared at him like he was not making any sense before he grabbed a hand full of his hair dragging him out of the carriage and sweetheart groaned, taken back by the sudden movement of Logan.
Change of plans on his list of people he would be killing and Logan had topped all of a sudden, he glared at him when he stood up, his scalp bounding from the pain and Logan only laughed….