Ultimate Betrayal

Auren

  I walk outside to the car where Asha is. She's resting her head against the headrest, her beautiful hair falling over her face.

    Mm. Some peace and quiet I guess.

  I gently open the car door so I won't wake her up, but the minute I get into the car, she jerks up, whipping her head in my direction.

  "Oh, it's you," she grumbles, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

  "It's okay. You can go back to sleep," I sigh, closing my eyes and resting against the headrest.

   "I don't want to anymore," I feel my side of the seat dip in.

   I open my eyes, and look her way, "What's the matter?"

  "Wh- what were you doing in there? Did you actually kill someone?" Her wide eyes shine at me.

   I swallow the lump caught in my throat, and look away.

Haa, those fucking eyes.

   "Yes," I reply glumly.

    She goes silent. Only the sound of her breathing can be heard.

   "How do you sleep at night knowing that you've murdered someone?" She huffs.

  "Like a god-damned baby," I shoot her a glare to shut her up, but she doesn't back down.

    She returns it, her eyes darkening, "Do you feel proud of yourself?"

     "I'm not in the mood for your questions darling, let me be, and go back to sleep," I shift my weight to my right lap.

    "Oh hell no," she grabs my chin, and makes me look at her.

   "You look at me when I'm talking to you!" She growls at me.

    My eyes slowly widen at her defiance— every muscle in my body heats up, my heart skipping multiple beats in a second.

   No way.

  Her brows flatten slowly when she realize what she has done. She jerks away from me, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

  "I.. didn't mean that," she shakes her head, her pupils dilating.

    I know that, but I can't help but drown in the heat of that. That was hot— it's not supposed to be, but this little lady— she does thing to me. Things that I didn't think any creature would do to me.

   "You've got some nerve, sweetheart," a corner of my mouth goes up, "I see you have not a shred of fear for me."

   She huffs, propping her arms under her breasts, "You're such a silly old man. Why would I be scared of you?"

   I clench my fists, stopping myself from grabbing her throat, and choking the fuck out of her.

     "I seriously can't wait till his situation is over. You will make me run mad one day," I grind my teeth, holding my head in frustration.

  "It's not as if you're any better," she snaps back, "I want to get away from you too."

    I seriously have to start searching for a solution to this life threatening problem.

   Someone taps lightly on the window, interrupting the simmering moment.

   I look to see it's Aidan.

   "What is it?" I cock a brow.

  "He's ready to spill sir. We blackmailed him to the point of tears."

    An unexpected grin kisses my lips. My heart blooms with a satisfaction I so wanted to scratch that itching frustration in my chest.

   "Good," I open the car door, alighting from it.

  "Blackmail? Really?" Asha's voice cuts through the air.

"Just sit there, and remain pretty, butterfly. I've got a lot of shady things to do," I close the door behind me.

    "Look after her. Scout the area for any threats. If there's any while I'm away, protect her with your life, understand?" I whisper to Aidan, placing a hand on his shoulder.

   "Yes boss!" He slightly bows.

   I saunter towards the building again, my pride shooting through the roof.

     I reach the room, sitting down on my designated chair, "Are you ready to spare the lives of your beloved family?"

   He nods, "Y-yes sir."

  "Hmm," I turn to Raze, "You did a good job."

  "Thank you boss," he bows.

  "What's your name?" I ask th goon.

  "It's.. Bran, boss," he replies.

  "Bran... What an awkward name," I chuckle, and shake my head in amusement.

   "Now, tell me everything you know, and I mean, everything."

    He swallows, his Adam apple bobbing up and down. His face is mushy with sweat dripping all over his face, his pupils blown dangerously wide.

  I wonder what fuel Raze and Vincent added to my fire.

   "I.. I don't exactly know where he is, but—" he pauses.

  "Don't play with me. Just spill."

   "He... He went south with the rest of his men. Word had gotten to him that you were planning a huge comeback, so he entered into hiding to sort himself out."

   I narrow my eyes, "Word had gotten to him? How did that happen?" I stand up, whipping my revolver out of my pocket.

   He trembles, "I.. d-don't know. Somehow it leaked," he bows his head, "That's all I know. P-please spare my wife and kid."

    I tighten my grip around the gun. Who would leak information to Rheagar, and why?"

   I turn to Raze, "There's a breach within my own men. Someone must have sold that information for money," I laugh, my insides burning with rage.

   Raze looks puzzled, and hurt at the same time, "But how? Who would do this?"

   I clench my fists, turning my attention to the other two goons, "Who sold that information to you?"

   They deny knowing who did it.

  "If you don't tell me the truth, I will make you live while I blow your insides out of you," I point it at one of them.

  "I swear, I don't know sir!" He yelps.

   I place my hand on the trigger, ready to pull.

  "His name was Zarven! His name was Zarven!" The redhead yells, "I don't know who he was, but I know his name was Zarven."

    I freeze in my tracks, and my blood runs cold. It can't be.

   "Boss?" I hear Raze's voice but I don't respond. I can't.

   "Are you sure it was Zarven?" My voice lowers.

   He nods frantically, "Rheagar had said it himself, his name was Zarven."

   My knees almost give out, but Raze is quick to catch me and drag me back to my chair.

   Zarven? My brother?