Lucas' POV
"Fuck, Lucian. Where are you? What are you doing?"
"I'm at the merry-go-round in Skagen City," Lucian answered in his fucking fry voice.
"Who the fuck is Mary?" I got the feeling that he was fucking with me.
"Merry-go-round. You know the machine with wooden horses on top and it rotates... I'm at an amusement park, Luke."
"I don't know what the fuck an amusement park is but it sounds very exotic and erotic. And I'm pissed that you went there without me."
"I took you to an amusement park when you were a child," Lucian sighed.
"Aha, you mean that place you took me to when I was 12? You know, the one with a lot of rotating wooden horses and naked women straddling on top?"
"That's a brothel, Luke. And I'm very certain that I didn't take you to that kind of place when you were 12."
"Oh, so it must be Kylo. I got confused these days, you know. But I remember exactly how those girls with big tits squirt nonstop..."
"Luke. Why do you call me?" Lucian asked.
"What? I can't call in and check on your work after lunch?" I frowned.
"You have never done anything like this before. So, what do you want?" Lucian said.
"I really want to go to an amusement park right now and fuck Mary on a wooden horse while we're rotating around," I answered in despair.
"Have you done what I told you to do?" Lucian asked.
"Yeah. I've been stuck in this fucking tent for a whole morning. I shook hands with fucking psychopaths and I had to nod and smile to pretend that I understood what the fuck they were talking about. They've been talking about that fucking bridge for two fucking hours. I don't give a fuck about what color that fucking tiles on the bridge should be. It's a fucking bridge, Lucian. It will soon be covered by horse shit when it's built and nobody could tell its fucking color!"
"OK. Tell them Malmen Bridge is a way for people from the Northern and Southern banks to commute. It's for school children going home directly after school without being disturbed or harassed by rogues at the ports. It's for a working husband going back every night 30 minutes earlier, so he can kiss his pregnant wife good night. The color of the tiles doesn't really matter. What matters is the existence of the bridge itself. Tell them no matter what color a bridge is, it always delivers our beloved ones home in a safer and faster fashion."
"Fuck, that's not why we pay for that fucking bridge. We pay for it because we want to charge people for tolls. Five krons every time they cross the bridge." I said.
"Either telling them what I've told you to end the discussion of color once and for all or spending another two hours arguing which brown is browner. It's your call," Lucian said.
"OK, I'll fucking tell them that later," I said.
If it doesn't work, I can always rip off their heads. It ends all the arguments and it works every fucking time.
"So, instead of complaining about your itinerary, why do you call me?" Lucian asked.
Fuck. He really doesn't want to give me a break.
"Nothing. You know. How's she doing?"
"I thought you'd never ask. She's doing well," Lucian said, "She's on a wooden horse right now, waving and smiling at me like an angel. She's wife material, Luke. You should see her with that vampire kid. I brought her everything and took her to a restaurant. Apparently, she likes crayfish."
"So you're having a date with my woman while I'm stuck in a fucking tent with 20 fucking middle-aged men."
"Life's a bitch, Luke," Lucian replied.
"Fuck my life. Stay there. I'm going to pick her up now," I said.
"Please stay where you are. I have a feeling that she doesn't really want to see you right now," Lucian's voice sounded a bit nervous.
"Why? What happened?" I asked.
"Akela was in town and Louisa saw her by accident. She knows about the wedding now, Luke."
"Fuck, Lucian!" I roared, "You've got one fucking job!"
"Which is to serve you, not your women," Lucian said.
"Like I haven't got enough on my plate!" I shouted desperately. "Why was Akela in town, anyway? She's supposed to be with her deadbeat brother in Emerald Creek!"
"She sneaked out and she claimed that she wanted to see you. Her first stop is the shops in town, so I could tell she was in her right mind."
"Tell me that you have sedated her and smuggled her back to Emerald Creek," I said.
"She's not a horse. You can't just do things like that to her."
"So what did you do?!"
"I've sent her back to the Camp. She'll be there in a few minutes."
"She'll stay with us?!" I freaked out.
"Till the wedding," Lucian said.
"That girl's fucking idiot! Whenever I heard her stupid voice, I wanted to bash her head against the wall to shut her up. Plus, we can't keep her in our camp! When Dire found out, he would think we have fucking kidnapped her!"
"Yes, he would think that," Lucian said briefly.
"Lucian?!"
"Luke, calm down and think. She's in our hands. Dire has sent some assassinates to kill you prior to our negotiation for a peace treaty. He doesn't manage to come up with something so drastic as this by himself, for he has always been cautious. Someone's behind him, Luke. And we need to find out who this person is. He's our real enemy, not Dire."
"Fuck, Lucian, this is too complicated. It feels a lot easier to do it in my way," I rubbed my forehead and said.
"You can't let Kylo destroy the whole Defiant Pack and hang their bodies on spikes, Luke. Not before we find out who's behind this. I've got the feeling that we're so close this time," Lucian said.
"Fuck it," I said. "So what now?"
"You will take Akela to the Grant Ball tonight as your plus one and dance with her. Everyone will know that she's in town and she's in our hands." Lucian said.
"Dance with her? Fuck. I can't stand that fucking girl for one minute! Can I tape her mouth and dance with her?"
"We'll see to that. And another thing, do you want Louisa to come to the ball tonight?"
"Who the fuck is Louisa?" I was confused.
"Luke, Louisa's your mate."
"Oh, that. Fuck, yeah. There are too many girls around me these days and they all have names. That fucking she-wolf will be at the ball."
"Are you sure you want her to be there?" Lucian's voice sounds doubtful. "I've just spent about two hours comforting her. She's pretty upset about the existence of Akela. I'm not sure what she's going to do when she sees you with Akela..."
"I'm going to end this fucking dreadful call right now, Lucian. That fucking she-wolf will be at the bal. I don't give a fuck if she's slowly dying inside. She'll be your plus one and she'll come to the ball. I will dance with her and I'll fuck her tonight."
After ending the mindlink with Lucian, I stood up in the tent and raised my voice, "Gentlemen, that fucking bridge takes men home every night, so they can fuck their wives before they're asleep. And for men who are in a hurry to fuck their women, they certainly don't care about anything what color they are walking on. They'll be pretty content if there is a bridge, so they don't have to swim across the fucking river like a dog and go home to their wives with a pair of frozen balls. Now, I'm in a hurry to fuck a woman as well, so I don't give a fuck of what color is the bridge, either. Let's just make it black, so the color doesn't change when it's covered in horse shit. This meeting is dismissed."
Then, I knocked on the table and walked out of the tent.