Imprisoned

Chapter # 31

••• Cinzel •••

"I don't know when and how but I feel most protected in your presence..." I said, kissing his hand again, his mention is attached to my lips instead of an unspoken melody.

A wide grin appeared on his aesthetic features, grasping his fingers over my cheek tenderly, relaxing my soul in his persuasive touch.

Closing my eyes, I put my hand over his, existing entirely in his touch. He was about to pull me up but De Villiers who surely knows how to ruin our moments came utterly pissed.

Frowning at his presence, I got up, not removing Prince's hand from my skin.

"What are you doing here?" I asked authoritatively, looking at him coldly.

Looking away he replied, "Lunch is served." Rolling my eyes, I sighed in disappointment.

"Shall we go?" I asked Prince sweetly.

He shrugged, passing me a faint smile as we left, not before glaring at De Villiers who seemed pissed every time he saw Prince.

It has begun to exasperate me now.

We went to the dining hall as Theo's voice came, "We are not here to see your romance."

Ignoring, we both sat down, "Nobody asked you to stalk our moments." retorting normally, he scoffed as we started our lunch.

"So what do you think, Axel?" I asked. He sighed, gesturing a defeat signal with his hands.

"What can I do? You left me with no choice. Besides, I certainly don't want to disobey our sweet Queen's order or else we all know what's coming for us. He would torture us to death if we went against you."

I thought he was talking about Prince. I was wrong. He said casually, shrugging his continuing eating. He must be mocking or something.

"You know what, Axel..." I began to say, leaning back.

"Trust is the part which is non-existent with you but I don't work on this baseless delusion." I said, looking up at him with a stern gaze.

"Well, if you expect cooperation. You have to trust us at least this much..." He chuckled nervously.

I smirked, putting down my fork, "If you expect me to trust you then why don't you gain it? In fact, It goes for all of you." I said, gaining everyone's attention, not apprehending what I am talking about.

"What do you mean?" Issac asked.

"Simple, increase the sales of our guns." I said.

"How are we supposed to do it? Things are going in their rhythm for a long time, crime rates are increasing anyways because of inflation- Well, if you exempt Axel." Issac taunted.

I laughed a little scornfully, "You have put up the innocent face of a businessman all this time, Issac still doesn't know how to gain customers? Kinda pathetic. Think for yourself." I jeered, putting my elbow on the table, leaning closer.

"It's not only for my advantage but yours too. Share a portion of free samples with local gangsters, start fights between them, needing weapons to fight with each other, they will come to us. Burn their base and blame it on the other party. Who cares?" I explained the structure I had in my mind which somehow bestowed upon me without recognition.

"Why do you want to increase the crime rate?" Prince asked. Smirking darkly, I turned to him.

"Isn't it simple? To let the higher ups know about the arrival." I answered nonchalantly but Prince seemed distressed- even pissed about something. Raising a brow, I didn't know what to say.