Lucas' POV
"She's so fucking dead! I want her dead! I want to squeeze the life out of her chest and watch her slowly turn into a fucking piece of lifeless meat!" I rushed into my tent and shouted.
"She's in the Luna Tent now. You can shout louder, so she can hear you." Lucian said.
That fucking warlock was following him like a dog.
I could tell that he totally freaked out.
"She's supposed to be in the dungeon! Why do you move her to the Luna Tent?!" I roared.
Lucian said, "Alpha Zackery is with her right now. It will be very difficult to explain to others when he follows her into the dungeon. People might think we have put His Excellency into a dungeon. I don't think that's what you want right now."
"No. That, I don't want." I said and kicked on the fucking warlock.
He curled up on the floor and rolled in pain.
Lucian took a glance at him and said, "Luke, Zackery's reaction is very suspicious today. I think he's onto something. Why don't you ask Louisa to come to your tent and treat the warlock? I really don't like the idea of her sitting alone with Zackery under the same roof."
To be honest, I don't like it, either.
I'm really not sure if that fucking gigolo is really gay or not.
Everybody says he's gay because he's into arts and stuff, but no one has ever seen him fucking anyone. He has sent all the slave girls and boys sent into his tent back intact all these days. That's weird. The most suspicious thing is, he doesn't even bother to look at me all these days, which is highly unusual for a gay man.
Plus, I didn't like the way he stared at the she-wolf while she was dancing in front of him. It was too fucking salacious.
My quick conclusion is, maybe he's just pretending to be gay to win a girl's trust.
And when they get vulnerable and put off their guard in front of him. Ta-dah! Fucking big revelation time!
You just never know.
"Let that fucking she-wolf get into my tent right now." I said impatiently, "You go and figure out something else to keep that fucking gigolo occupied. He's into horses. Take him to do a tour in my stable and pet some fucking horses. But make sure he stays away from Torrent. He gets nervous when he's near clowns and intends to kick them very hard at their loins."
"I'm not going to let that happen to His Excellency," Lucian said. "I'm going to walk out of the tent and be back in a few minutes. While I'm gone, can you be civil with this boy? We can't sell a dead warlock at a very good price and your little girlfriend intends to get really upset when it comes to his safety and well-being."
"Fuck, Lucian. I don't give a fuck. Bring her back to me right now," I said.
Lucian quickly walked off.
The fucking warlock looked very nervous as soon as Lucian left.
Fuck, I've been fucking turning him inside out for all these years, he still got nervous when he was alone with me.
And the melancholy look on his face really drove me mad.
I sat down and said, "Darren, is that your fucking name?"
"Yes, Master," the warlock replied. He looked surprised and terrified at the same time.
"Since you're going to be sold in three days and I'm a very busy man, I need you to listen very carefully to what I'm going to say," I said.
"Yes, Mater," he whispered.
"I know you have always wanted to kill me all these years for revenge."
He panicked and said, "Master, I wouldn't dare to..."
I pulled up his hair roughly and said, "Shh. I asked you to listen to me, not to interrupt."
"Yes, Master," he said obediently.
"I didn't kill your brother. I know it's my words against others, but at least you have to hear my side of the story. You have to know that I've killed a lot of people and I don't give a fuck about what people think of me. I certainly don't have to make up some fucking reasons to justify myself."
That warlock's pupils dilated.
"I didn't mind that he had fucked my maid. It's never about that fucking maid. I locked him up because he went fucking crazy one day and wanted to kill himself and me. I didn't trigger the imprint and I didn't order to torture him. I wanted to protect him, so I chained him, put him in jail, and hoped for the best." I touched the warlock's chapped lips. They were trembling like withering rose petals.
Warlocks are really mysterious creatures. They are able to carry themselves with beauty and elegance even in the most difficult situations in their lives.
The more you torture them, the more they open up for you.
Isn't it fucking sweet?
I continued, "Then, I was out for a few months. When I came back, he had already thrown himself off the cliff. I saw his body and I knew someone must have tortured him by peeling off his skin and cutting off his arms. The fucking warden left after setting the whole fucking jail on fire and burning everyone inside to death, so there was no way to find out what exactly happened. I've been looking for that mother fucker all these years, but it hasn't yielded anything yet."
My words cut into the warlock's eyes like sharp knives. Tear's scarved patterns on his fucking stunning face.
"I missed your brother very much and I wasn't ready to let him go. That's why I found you. The reason I'm telling you this is because, if you still want to kill me, this might be your last chance." I pointed the knife at the table. "Pick up the knife and stab it into my chest, so you can have your revenge for your brother, for all the humiliation and pain you've been suffering these years. One quick stab. Everything resolved. Then, you can run away with that fucking she-wolf and live a happy-ever-after life in that fucking cottage. Isn't that what you want?"