Chapter Fifty

Sebastian’s POV

“What is this madness?” One of the men yelled, he was staring at me with cold icy eyes, and his accent was heavy.

“What does it look like? Be patient and watch.” I responded calmly, although I really wanted to tear them into pieces.

When the video finished playing, they both turned to me, faces white as paper, their mouths agape. I could have sworn that their hearts skipped a few beats when the video played the first time. Then one of them looked at the other, he gave him a slight nod as if he had just completed some kind of mission.

The one called Pierre cleared his voice. “What do you want?”he asked. He didn't seem so confident now. In fact he seemed downright scared. But what was there to be afraid of, he thought. I’m not going to kill you or anything, so calm down. Calm down.

“Well, first of all, you need to answer a question for me” A smirk appeared on my face. The man looked surprised but nodded in agreement. “Did you really think you could get away with harassing my wife? did you think she wasn't going to tell me?”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“You have no idea how much trouble your actions have caused!”He flinched at my words, his expression becoming even more terrified when he realized that he really did fucked up.

“We can talk about it...” He mumbled under his breath.

“About What Mr. Pierre and Mr Laurent? About the video we just finished watching? About the fact that you both slept with a fifteen-year-old? Mr Laurent, your oldest is sixteen no?” My smile grew wider. He still refused to meet my gaze. This was fun.

His partner took over. “Yes, Mr… erm...”He stopped, realizing that he was already losing the war. He took a deep breath. “Yes, Mr Wolfe” His voice was shaking. He was nervous, I could see that. And that was exactly how I liked it.

“Name your price, anything” Mr Pierre dared to say and I slapped him hard across the face . My men jumped back in shock. “What the hell?” He spat blood out from between his teeth. He glared at me, his eyes filled with anger.

“You see Mr. Pierre, I know men like you, men who are greedy beyond imagination and believe in taking things by force, but that won't always be true.” I paused, my lips curling into a grin as I watched them squirm under my stare. “Why will I need your money when I can give you a taste of your medicine?”

Mr. Laurent's face paled at my words, he looked like he wanted nothing more than to get out of this situation, but Pierre seemed determined to prove me wrong.

“What are you going to do? Kill us?” He spat as he eyed my men who held guns close at hand, ready to attack him. I didn't bother replying to him though, instead, I stood from my seat, grabbed my jacket.

“Now why would I do that? I will let my men play with you a bit, enough to leave you both with a few broken bones or even more. And if anyone asks, you were both drunk and were attacked, anything other than that, that video would be leaked, I even have more.” I laughed at the horrified looks on their faces as I walked out.

They knew it wasn't over yet, I could see their eyes burning holes into my back as I slammed the door closed behind me. I heard their voices of agony as I continued walking, their screams echoed throughout the building. I smiled and laughed.

These people really thought they got away with it. They should learn to keep a close eye on who they mess with, otherwise things might get messy.

I had enough evidence to make them regret ever crossing paths with me. I would show them just how wrong they had been. The sooner I got rid of the two, the better.

When I got back to the hospital, Alina was already waiting for me, I noticed she looked a little tired.

“How was it?” She asked as I came in through the sliding doors.

“It was alright.”

The way she stared at me made me feel like she knew something that I didn't.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Nothing. You should go home.” She waved her hand dismissively.

“I thought you'd be happy that I was here, I mean not to flatter myself but I am all you have.” I joked.

That did the trick because her face loosened slightly, a small chuckle left her lips. “You're delusional.” She said. Her tone softened a bit.

She sat up, staring at me and it was unbelievable how anyone could look so good even in a hospital bed and it felt like there was a magnetic force pulling at my heart.

“So?” She urged.

“So what?” I shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to react.

“Is that the only reason why you came back?” I gulped.

“What else do you think?” I replied as casually as possible.

Her mouth curved upwards into a smile.

God, how can someone be so beautiful at this hour? In a hospital bed? I shook off those thoughts. We had more important things to discuss.

“I don't know. When will I leave here?” She looked down on the covers, a frown forming on her face. “I miss my job.”

“Don't worry about work, Clara has been doing her best. Focus on recovering.”

She scoffed. “As if any of us can recover after this” The last part was almost whispered.“No one can.” I agreed quietly. The silence that followed was tense and thick.

This was not a good conversation to have.

“And if I leave this hospital, I am not going back to that house unless you have another option. I can't deal with anymore hate Sebastian, my body is tired.” She sighed.

“Listen, I know you are tired, you need rest. We will talk about this when you wake up.”I tried my best to sound reassuring

There was that smile again. “Thank you.”