Married into Alpha Lord

Chapter 60

"Aaaaargh!"

The scream of pain fills the room the moment that the burning iron touched my skin. My toes were all broken and my fingernails were thrown. My body was covered by blood and sweat of my own. It stinks. It trembles so hard from pain and coldness as I slowly close my eyes.

"Don't let him sleep! Water!" My body gets splashed by cold water and my head is getting pulled up.  "Talk! where did you hide it?"

I stay silent. No one should find it. In fact, no one should know its existence in the first place.

Seeing me don't give any willingness to confess, the man released my head. Before long, a rough whip starts piercing my skin, creating new wounds on top of the unhealed one. The faint sound of a door getting open was heard and steps that approached us. 

"The other had talked," a low tone voice of a man informed me. Foolish! "Discard," he instructed.

A clicked sound was heard, a gun was pointed at my head. At least I won't need to face the catastrophe it entails. 

When a loud bang filled the room, I was gone.

The first feeling I sense is a strong headache and loud ringing in my ears. My head feels like it's going to pierce apart. Followed by my blurry vision of the world with a red filter. Then, the smell hit my nose. The smell of blood mixed with body odor.

Where am I?

I opened my eyes to find myself in a small, closed, darkroom.

Am I still dreaming?

No, I know my finger's nails are still intact and my toes are all alright. My hands were tied, behind my back, also my foot. I feel pains coming from several parts of my body and I know my forehead is bleeding, but the rest was fine. I struggle to sit up and lean to the wall while trying to remember everything that has happened.

The note. 

A note I found slipped in a recently bought book. A harmless note with harmless writing. 'Let's meet'

A message that I'll never rush to bother if it was not written in a language that doesn't even exist in this world. Something wasn't right. That was my initial thought as I rushed out of the Sealgair Mansion and headed to the only place where I knew this message could come from.

Yuuri looks surprised upon my unnoticed arrival at their empty bar in the afternoon. I remember seeing Kei there too, cleaning the place. I showed them the notes and they had no idea what it meant. Not them? I only communicate like that with them.

Not long after, three men enter. One of them has a very large build, while the rest are normal but look well-trained. They all emitting this odd pressuring aura. The air feels different, heavier, as they approach me on the bar table. Before facing them, I caught a glimpse of Yuuri trembling and stepped back while Kei retreated to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Sir. We won't open until five," I step forward and face them. Without even being told, I know they are bad news.

One of them handed me a letter as he spoke. "We were told to meet you here and escort you."

My ear flinched upon hearing them. Yeah, there's no way these are goods. I look at the man in the eye before seeing a letter in my hand. I stare at it for a while without saying anything. 

A loud sound of broken glasses distracts our silence. I looked up and saw Yuuri was shaken hard. On the floor, shattered pieces of glasses seem to slip from his trembling hand. "I... I...'m so.. sorry," he stuttered. He immediately kneels, trying to clean up the mess he made.

The three men looked unbothered, only giving him a cold look.

"Let's sit down for a sec. I'm supposed I could read this first," I said to them and walked to sit at the farthest table. Fortunately, they agreed with me and followed.

I gave the plain white envelope a last look before tearing it with a paper-knife and pulling a letter out.

'These people are mercenaries. Follow them and meet me.'

A very short message with no persuasion whatsoever. A fact and an instruction. I can guess what it entails if I don't do as it wants.

I told Yuuri and Kei to go up and grab me a hood. We left before they could come back.

That's what I still remember very clearly. After that?

I remember following them as they walk farther away out of the town.

I remember trying to resist when they suddenly lift me.

I remember killing one of them with a paper-knife and blinding the other.

A car stopped at us and I remember three more guys appeared.

Then?

It seems I got knocked out and was taken here. I gave a long sighed. I don't know for how long I've been unconscious. It's probably a night time or worse a day after.

I laugh at myself for falling into such cheap tricks. I should not leave the mansion at all. Darren was coming.

Well, it's not a wiser choice either to just sit back when I know a potential threat. 

Up to this point, I have a wild guess of this person who seeks me. The unknown variable that causes unexpected things happened this year.

A clicked key sound.

The door suddenly opened and with it entered some lights from the dim hallway. Three men stepped in. As they entered the room suddenly lit up. The man, who I recognized as one of those who fight me before, turn the light on, blinding me for a second.

After adjusting to the new brightness, I realize one of them is wearing a black hood, covering his face.

"I never expect to meet you here, Kean," I start talking using the language that he's been using to communicate with me.

The two other guys look confused but I see a smirk from the hooded man as he walks closer to me. He kneeled in front of me so we are now on eye level. Slowly, he pulled his hood down.

The face that I thought would be unfamiliar, sparked old episodes from Caden's memories.

"Nice to see you again, brother."