Davien.
It didn't take me very long to subdue the potential threat before me. They weren't weak, I'll give them that, and they were very coordinated with their attacks.
But that alone wasn't nearly enough.
"Y-Youre not human."
Ceaser's groggy tone pulled me out of my thoughts, I dropped the semi conscious man I held by the collar, and returned my focus to him.
I didn't beat him though, I only punched him once, "Think what you may, but you and I still haven't come to favourable terms on that portrait."
He reached for the phone on the coffee table, "You're not going to get off-" he alternated his glance between me and the phone, nervously gliding his thumbs across the screen.
"Are you certain you want to call for help? The police would show up in an instant and when they do, you'd have a lot of explaining, about these guns you're carrying about." I said, taking short strides towards where he sat.
His feet crawled back, until he was backed against the sofa, "I-I'm willing to take that risk! You deranged lunatic!" With an iron clad resolve, he dialled for help.
My body lowered itself to his state, I could smell his fear, and it reeked badly for such a poser. I rested a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Granted you'll be protected, but you will never see this painting again."
His eyes widened as he gasped, he tightly looked over his shoulder at the painting that sat on the sofa.
He chuckled nervously, "You're bluffing, once the police arrive they'll-"
But I didn't want him getting the wrong idea, so, to make things clearer I tore the brown wrapping paper to shreds, revealing the painting itself.
"What are you…"
To answer his question, I reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a lighter. Giving him a royal view, I sat on the opposite sofa and sat the portrait in-between my legs.
"When I say you will never see this painting again, I mean it." To match words, I lit the damned thing and placed it's yellow and blue flames underneath the portrait's frame, torching it's base a bit.
"You fucking bastard!" Ceaser sprung up from his position and lunged towards me, but I sent a kick to his gut, propelling him back against the sofa.
I watched with a menacing grin, the strong scent of despair and pure horror coming from Ceaser made me high. I wanted more.
"What are you doing?! Don't you want the land anymore? If you ruin the painting then you won't have any leverage!" Ceaser cried out, falling back to logic.
How precious.
"Leverage? At this point, what I've made out is that you're broke and in a pinch. Let me take a guess," I sized him up from head to toe, then clicked my tongue in disgust.
"You couldn't even afford to bid higher than two hundred thousand dollars on a painting. More than anything, you must be dying to sell off that land, and for as much as possible. Isn't that why you're trying to pin all seven of us against each other?" By the seven of us, I meant the bidders pining for that plot.
Ceaser was a miserable dog pretending to be a viscous tiger.
"That's bullshit…"
I cut him off sharply, "If I had to guess, you're falling behind because of the gang on your mother's side. Managing a business is tuff on it's own, but taking care of a mafia group can take it's toll on your pockets."
Speaking from experience I understood his situation. The business was tasking enough, but managing the pack costed me, and as Alpha it was something you couldn't bitch about to anyone.
Ceaser had a terrible poker face, it didn't take him long to crack and admit to my deduction.
"But still, what good will burning the painting do…"
*Knock*
We both turned our heads towards the direction of the door, Mira was back, and judging by the scent, with the manager too.
"There they are, you have to make a choice and quickly."
He bit his nails, "You already have the painting don't you? Fine! What about the plot? I'll sell it to you! Does that satisfy you?" He offered, finally caving in.
However, "That doesn't come close, guess again." I levelled my eyes, "This scene isn't a pretty sight y'know." I said, referring to the men sprawled across the floor with guns resting on their chests.
"Sir! The door is locked. Open it so we can come inside." The manager hollered, silently knocking heightening the tension in the room.
"Shit! What more do you want from me?! I-I'll sell it to you for two fifty million? How does that sound?" He offered, lowering the initial price by fifty million.
My lips curved into a smirk, "Fifty million? Is that all this painting is worth to you?" I wanted to see how desperate he would get over this painting, just how far was he willing to go.
How low would he stoop?
He bit hard on his lip, "Two hundred million, that's the original price, I added the extra hundred million, but now I'll scrape it out. So just…"
*Knock*
"Sir, if I don't hear a verbal response from you, I'm going to have to call the police." The manager announced, making the situation even shittier for Ceaser.
I took the lighter away from the painting and flicked his forehead with it. "If two hundred million was the original starting price, it only makes sense I pay half of it. Right?"
Ceaser's eyebrows raised in stun, "H-Half? That's…"
"That's my final offer, and I will not be negotiating. Make your choice…now!" I raised my voice then rested a hand on his shoulder, tightly gripping it.
The pain in Ceaser's eyes as he parted his lips and said the word 'deal' made my day. I playfully slapped his left cheek. "Good dog," I rose to my feet and made for the door.
With one hand resting in my pocket, and the other loosening my tie, I tilted my body to the side and glared down at the bastard.
"Clean this mess up before I get back." I ordered with hardened eyes, it took him two seconds to kickstart and hop to my bidding, finally understanding what I meant.
Ceaser looked like a mess, he scampered towards his men and began shaking them one after the other, tucking their handguns into their pockets.
"Wake up you morons!" He whispered loudly, delivering a tight blow to their guts, forcing them out of their semi conscious state.
A satisfied grin painted my lips as I unlocked the door and pulled it back just enough so the others couldn't see the scene inside.
"Is everything fine sir? You weren't answering my calls." The manager asked while unsubtly trying to peer behind me.
I walked outside and closed the door behind me. "I had these on." I reached into my breast pocket and pulled out my airpods.
"What about the other guest? Mr Fabri?" Mira interrogated, I took my hand out of my pocket and ran my fingers through my hair.
This was getting exhausting.
"He's inside on a call, it's best we don't bother him. More importantly, has the payment been confirmed yet?"
The manager blinked twice then lifted his lips into a smile, "Yes, We just got the…"
As he spoke, I walked forward, naturally they followed, away from the office, giving that bastard enough time to clean up after me.
Just like the good little bitch he was.
Stealing glances through the rearview mirror, I frowned looking at the painting which sat at the backseat of my car. It was a good thing I had insisted on carrying it back to my car myself, explaining why it had burn marks was a task I was ready for tonight.
As per my arrangement with Ceaser, I'd send the painting over once the deal was finalized and the plot was sold to me.
Pulling over at my apartment, I noticed something on my porch crouched down on the steps. Hurriedly, I jumped out of my seat and ran towards the sight.
"This is…"
There was no mistaking it. With every step I took, my senses kept on telling me who it was, at the back of my mind, Ralph wouldn't stop screaming the M word.
And, just as my feet finally got in close range, I found myself staring at the most fulfilling sight.
With his hair tussled over his eyebrows and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Kian slanted his head against the wall for support, and closed his eyelids in a deep slumber.
I felt my mouth water when I looked at his exposed neck just begging to be bitten and marked. My body acted on it's own and leaned in closer, so close to the point his scent almost killed me.
My mouth watered, I hung my jaw loosely and let my tongue fall out, Ralph was restless as we were only seconds away from marking him.
Marking our mate.
"Don't even dare."
A cold shiver ran down my spine, the second Kian lifted his eyelids and caught my primal gaze with his candid blue eyes.
I instinctively pulled back and watched him straightened his back, "I wasn't…it isn't…"
"Davien fucking Moore, the next time I catch you trying to mark me, it'll be the last time you ever see me." He threatened keeping our eyes locked, and I could tell just by the hostility in his tone.
He absolutely meant every single word.
Author's Note: Who wants to see Kian meet Damien's pack?