But The Duke Isn't Home Romane & Geschichten

she snapped, her tone shifting instantly. “He’s here,” I whispered. “Who?” “Duke. He just drove in.” A brief silence followed. “Well, of course he did,” she said calmly. “It’s his company. Now stop hiding in your car and go inside. Do your job.” “Mum, you don’t understand,” I insisted, my voice dropping. “He looks… calm. Too calm. Almost happy. I think he’s up to something.” “You’re overthinking,” she replied sharply. “man up, have some balls, Leonard.”

Adea “Well, well, well,” Duke murmurs. His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. “It looks like I figured out why you said things were complicated. Do you have a little mate waiting at home for you?” I bit my tongue and clenched my teeth. I know what this looked like and maybe he was a little too close to home. Duke pulls me close and looks me in the eye. “Have you run away?” “Are you or are you not going to let me pass?” I bite out. I don’t care that a bit of my anger shows.

“Is that a problem? I didn’t think that I was to be locked in my room for how ever many days, but if it bothers you I’ll stay in there until the trial. Which is when by the way?” “The trial was supposed to take place today, but it has been postponed until tomorrow seeing as I've been busy cleaning up, regaining order within the council.” “What do you mean regaining order?” I ask, annoyed that he’s drawing this out. What the hell is going on? “Duke is dead.” He says without an ounce of emotion. He sounds more irritated than anything else. Just another problem he has to deal with. “What?”

"Duke doesn't like men who hurt women. You could say it's a line that, when crossed, has him committing murder. He just got out of prison for the second time. He'll have no problem pretending your head is a pumpkin and leaving it in pieces before we go." Miles's face turns the color of boiling lobster. "I can't breathe," he gasps in a strangled voice. You would think Duke had him by the throat. "Good," Dax replies, his smile still in place. "Your smashed head won't hurt so bad if you pass out first. Knowing Duke here, though, he'll wake you up before he caves in your skull." "Please." His eyes scramble around the room looking for help that isn't there. "They never came back. Went on a call a

I asked again in a more nervous voice, now that I knew who he was, I was sure he had the connections to do that, and that realisation scared me. “Oh, he's serious, no doubts about that”, Duke answered without missing a beat, and my heart fell. Then he added, “But then again, you are the first girl he's bringing home and given a chance to earn her keep… so good luck and try to avoid getting on his bad side” ***

Diane said in her duh tone, “Lysias is still better than her. She is just a low class.” “But I don't care anymore about her. I only want Christmas,” he replied, “So, please stop yapping because this is just between me and her.” “Okay, fine! Do whatever you want but not here in my house. Find another place. Check in on a hotel or wherever you please just don't here.” “Don't worry, Mom. We are going to leave in the morning,” Duke replied. Before they could continue at their conversation. I tried opening the door but it is lock. “Open the door Duke! Open this damn door!” I shouted while keep on turning the knob.

He looked at Lelia angrily, but Lelia didn't pay any attention to him. "If you have such good common sense, you should have known that you shouldn't come to anyone's home empty-handed," Nancy tried to insult Lelia. "Of course, I know that. One shouldn't go to someone's home empty-handed. But I think you are forgetting something here. And that is we are not here to visit anyone's house. This is Duke's own home. He just came to his own house. No man brings anything when he comes to his home because there is no need to bring anything to his home. Ain't I right, Honey?" Lelia asked Duke innocently.

My mama spoke from behind me looking contrite. "Don't worry about it, papa will always do whatever he wants. I know you have no hand in this." I told her watching my papa gulp down another cup of alcohol and throwing his head back in laughter to something said by a friend beside him. "Do you know when the duke left by any chance?" I asked my mama who shook her head, telling me she had no idea. I wondered where he must be and that was when I noticed the absence of his friend, the accountant, they must be together wherever and I was going to look for them.

“Dad wants you home right now.” I raise my brow, looking suspiciously at her. “How does he know I skip school?” “He doesn’t. I went to your school first to find you absent. I happened to catch you running towards here.” “Hey!” Duke exclaims, marching towards her. “He won’t leave until he’s black and blue all over, ya hear?” To which Beatrice glares at him, “You’ll have your time, he needs to be at home now.” Duke just scoffs and turns his way out, his friends follow suit. I guess even they’re afraid of committing crimes in front of her.

I sat across from him before replying. "It is usually quiet here except when all the children are awake and are running about. Jul... the Duke doesn't throw parties very often." "I see. Where is he now? He only lives here with his family?" "The dowager duchess, the Viscount, his wife and children are in the capital, visiting relatives. Right now, it is just the Duke's family here. He... He is out on an errand and my sister is in bed, so I apologize that they can't be here to welcome you. But why really are you here? You didn't have to travel all the way to know if I'm well."