Chapter Eight

Eric POV

Mike has been kidnapped. Right before me. In our secret spot. A place only we knew about.

Tears blurred my eyes as I sat on the cold tiled floor, it was as if the whole world was placed on top of my head making it hard for me to think, move breathe or do anything human.

Who do I call?

If I should call the police I would have to explain what I was doing there and for all, I know my mother thinks I am in his house not a hotel.

Even the police would suspect.

Arggh! A loud piercing scream flowed from within me. Frustration eating me up.

What do I do? Who do I call? Who could have done this most of all?

If the people was after me then they would have taken me. Not him.

He did nothing.

As if on cue, my phone beeped. I have received a text message from an unknown number.

I took in slow breath before I opened the text.

It was a message, not a photo of mike, not something I could trace them to. Just a strange text.

“Seem all the royal brothers have a dirty little secret” it read.

My heart sank into my chest again. Whoever did this knew about my affair with Mike.

They knew he was my boyfriend.

But what dirty secret did my brother have before he died that they knew about?

My brother was a good boy, with a clean record.

I called the phone number who sent me the message. Maybe they would ask me to pay a ransom or something, or maybe meet them somewhere.

The phone rang twice before they picked up the call.

“Long live the gay king,” the male voice said. Sweat gathered around my forehead, my hands sweaty.

I sucked in a deep breath. I can't afford to be stupid at this point. I need to be calm.

“Who is this and what do you want?” I asked in a low calm voice, my hands curled into a fist to prevent it from shaking uncontrollably.

A loud chilling laughter filled the other side of the phone.

“He is asking me what I want. So I should tell you I want a million dollars and you would send me the money immediately so that I can release your boyfriend?” He asked.

I remained silent waiting for him to voice out what he wanted “Come on, that won't work for me. If I needed money I am sure your brother would have been alive” he said.

Immediately I heard my brother’s name. I sat up immediately, all sorrow erased immediately replaced with anger.

“Who the hell are you and what did you do to my brother!” I shouted.

“I shot him and what would you do? Huh? Kill me? Well I assure you I will deliver Mike's dead body to your house”

What do I do now? Mike can't remain forever.

If he does he would be killed and I can't bear to lose the love of my life now.

“Okay, I am sorry what do you want?” I asked.

He paused for a while like he was thinking on the outrageous demand to call.

“Nothing”

“Nothing?” I asked.

“Yes. Nothing from you. I don't want anything from you but I want something from him”

“And what is that”

“A video, telling the whole world how you guys met and how you have been spending the state funds on trip trips to spoil him and how you are trying to keep him as a concubine even after your marriage. You want to lure an innocent blue-eyed girl into a loveless marriage”

A video? He wants Mike to make a video in exchange for his freedom.

All my secret would be out and no matter how I try to justify myself I won't be able to.

I might as well say goodbye to my home.

I don't even care about the crown but the fact that I might become one of the most hated people in my city.

I could be killed.

A trembling shiver ran through my spine as I contemplated what to say. What to do when called.

Because I am so sure Mike would make the video and I can't blame him though.

What do these people want from me? Why the hell are they trying to ruin my life? What did I do to them to deserve this kind of treatment from them.

"Please…please...I please I beg you don't do this. Don't make him do this. Please. I would do anything, I would say anything but don't let him make that video. It would ruin my lie and…

“Exactly! I want your life to be ruined. Just the same way you ruined mine and

The sound of a loud piercing gunshot echoed from the other side. Mike's scream filled the air.

Then another gunshot and the phone fell to the ground. And then another.

A total silence filled the air. I did not hear Mike's voice.

No…no. Please lord. Let it not be that they shot Mike.

“Mike!” I screamed but got no answer.

“Mike!” I screamed, a loud piercing scream.

“Hello love,” a deep sinful baritone voice said through the phone.

I immediately exhaled. My mind coming back to normal. My hands stopped shaking immediately.

“Damien” I said in a low voice even though my heart was leaping for joy. Even though I was happy.

Nothing could go wrong if Damien was there. Right?

“Is..is Mike okay? How did you get there” I asked.

He remained silent for a while “Yes. He is safe. Meet me at the address I would send to you” he said and cut the call.

I immediately grabbed my things and drove straight to the place he sent me.

The place was on the outskirts of the city. An old uncompleted building with grass growing out of the wall. Water dropping of the place.

Anyway without wasting any more time. I rushed inside, ignoring how dirty the place was and the amount of cobwebs I had to remove to see clearly.

I pulled out my phone and call Damien again.

“I'm there. At the center of the building”

“Good. Go through the room with a door”

My eyes scanned around me. There were serval rooms with no door. Just some dirt place. I finally saw the room with a brown old door.

I hastened my step as I walked towards it. My heart dancing with anticipation.

The door creaked open as I stepped in. And as funny as it may sound. The room was different from the other room.

It was tiled, the walls painted brown. With a bed and a table and chair. A comfortable place for students.

Mike was lying on the bed looking badly beaten. Tears still dripping from some of the wounds

I rushed to him and cupped his face, tears unknowingly flowed from my eyes.

“I'm sorry. So sorry for putting you through all this” I said.

Mike grabbed my hand and gave me a little squeeze. “I'm… I’m fine. He killed the man and saved my life” he said pointing at Damien.

I turned to Damien who was standing by the side of the room with a deep frown on his face.

I immediately pulled my hands from Mike “Thank you for saving him” I said.

Damon gave me a curt nod “I need to talk to you. Outside” he said as he walked away.

I followed him. After we have gotten to some distance. He turned to me with a knitted eyebrow.

“You need to stop seeing Mike”

I raised an eyebrow “Why? You killed the person who kidnapped him right? There is no need to stop seeing Mike. I love him and…

“Enough!” He snapped glaring at me, his blue eyes had turned into a dark blue sea.

“Stop deceiving yourself. You don't feel anything for him. If you did you won't fuck me twice to begin with but that is not the bowl of contention here. Stop seeing him or the next time he is kidnapped I would make sure he is not returned” he warned.

I took a step back. Shocked at first, then a shivering realization dawned on me that this whole move might have been planned by Damien.

“You planned this right. All this fake kidnapping, making sure I follow you out of the room to give them a chance to take Mike. You planned this. So that I would come back to you. right?” I asked with a raised eyebrows.

“Well, you are a pathetic old man. A fool if you think I would leave my boyfriend for a one-night stand. Chose you over someone younger. Never! Okay!” I snapped.

He remained silent staring at me, not glaring, staring.

Cold licked my skin. Seeing him like this reminded me of how he would creepy he could be.

“Do you know what is going through my mind right now?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“I am imagining you naked, taking my cock like you should be doing. Tahy is the only thing that is controlling my anger and stopping me from going into that room and driving a bullet through his skull” he said.

I swallowed hard. He took a step forward until thee was no space between us, his hands snaked around my waist, smashing me with his broad chest and his hard self.

“Look at me” he commanded softly.

I raised my eyes to look at him, filled with terror and a mixture of want. The fact that his dick was rubbing against me was not helping matters.

“Sonner or later you would leave Mike. I would make you leave him and crawl back to me, because you are mine nothing else” he said.

His eyes stayed on my face for a while before landing on my lips. Desire filled us even at this awkward moment.

I parted my lips a little bit, looking at him eagerly. He leaned in at fist, pressing his forehead against mine, his lips caressed mine a little bit and then he pulled away.

“No. Not after you called me pathetic for trying to save your ass”

“Damien…” I began but he cut me off.

“Follow me,” he said.

I heaved a sigh and followed him in silence till we got to his car. He opened the car boot.

I jumped back in shock as I stared at the dead body in the car.

It was a guard in our place.

The guy who I begged with all my life. Was the guard guarding my room?

The one who greeted me good morning with a wide smile.