Vengeance

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

I looked at him, stunned. Unable to momentarily think about what my next line of action would

be.

"And the next time, you pull off a stunt like this. You won't have a family to return home to, I

promise you."

He pushed my arm away from his neck and rearranged this tie. He wasn’t as strong as I had

made him out to be, I could easily take him down but that would happen some other time. For

now, I had to play the willing wolf and do everything they asked of me.

Two hours later, I walked briskly into the large room, it was a typical, bleak coffee-stained room

with dirty walls. The scent of sweat, cigarettes and musky cologne hung in the air like a

chandelier, there were pictures on the wall which were some kind of modern art, and the

furniture looked plain, uncomfortable, leather and black.

My eyes landed on a large man sitting in the center of the room. A long metal table with paper

strewn across the surface separated me from who I assumed to be the Alpha, there was this air

of authority surrounding him. He was flanked by several men quadruple my size, some I hadn't

seen before in my life and that said a lot about the kind of people I was dealing with here.

Despite the sizes of a lot of these men, I could tell that many of them were level one wolves,

omegas. They had no important rank and they had the largest population in the werewolf

society. Their main objective was to serve the higher ranking wolves, they were foot soldiers to

the trinity leadership in any pack, the Alpha, Beta, and Delta.

They were certainly higher in the hierarchy than Rogues wolves, who were wild and pack-less,

there were a lot of nasty rumors about the rogues and a whole lot of them were true, they were

a psychotic bunch with zero empathy and regard for life. It has been said that as a result of

their broken pack bond, it is said that if a pack turns its back on any of its pack members, the

effect can lead to damaging effects on the particular wolves. They were generally recruited by Alphas who had ulterior motives and my wolf nose could pick up their distinctive smell as I

entered the room.

Then there were wolves like me, lone wolves who had rebelled against the Alpha and willingly

left the pack to fend for themselves. There were very few of us scattered around the country, a

lot of us were hiding because we were being hunted to be killed. I was one of the few who could

still live a regular life, majorly because I was the first son of my father.

I took a close look at him as I approached the table, my gaze wary as it darted from face to face

trying to pick up a hint or read their stoic facial expressions. The skin on his body looked like

grade-three sandpaper, the consistency was unreal.

He lifted his face, smiled cynically, and pushed away his bowl of cereal as he saw me coming

toward him. His face was badly burnt, the top of his head was charred and hair would probably

not grow on it again.

He scratched his face, his fingers grating over his hard skin.

Francis, as I had come to know him, was in front of me leading my every step, my eyes were

glued to his black coat, he had put the detonator in one of the pockets.

I went over different scenarios on how to take the device without being suspicious, but I shook

my head at all my ideas.

It was too dangerous, I couldn't risk my family being blown to pieces. A small part of me didn't

believe any of this but I wasn't ready to call his bluff yet, till I knew my wife and son were both

safe.

These men looked like traditional wolves and they wouldn’t have gone through all this stress if

they could have easily blown me and my family in our sleep. There was something else they

wanted from me and I didn’t know if I had what they wanted. I hated being at a disadvantage, I

was like a blind man who had no knowledge he was being led to the slaughterhouse. The first

time I had ever been at a disadvantage in my life, it changed me forever, I still bore the scars to

this day.

"Welcome to Asgard, Logan Zorander. This meeting has been long overdue, forgive me for the

time I wasted in setting up this meeting. I had to make sure I took care of every little detail that

needed to be reviewed, I hope you understand.”

I looked at the man who spoke as he stood, he was a big tall man. I was by no means small, I

weighed over two hundred pounds and stood at six feet four inches but I felt dwarfed standing in

front of him.

I shook his outstretched hand as Francis pointed me to my seat. His grip was surprisingly light

and friendly. I wasted no time in getting straight to the point, there was no point in frivolous

nonsense, and I couldn’t deal with any of it. I had already sized him up and I was a damn good

judge of character, he looked like a businessman and businessmen only wanted one thing -

money.

"I'm willing to double the amount you were offered to harm me and my family if you let us go.

And, if you give me the name of who contracted your organization, I'll triple the amount." I

started as I adjusted my tie and crossed my leg, giving him a few seconds to process what I just

said.

"So, what do you say? Do we have a deal? I can get you the money in ten minutes if you decide

to take me on my offer. I get my family and your smile at the bank, it is a win-win situation for

everybody.”

I watched the man take out a cigar from one of the many trays on the table and lit it. He took a

long drag before puffing out the smoke into the air. He glanced over to where I sat, a small smile

playing on his lips as his eyes roamed over my body.

I’ve played this game several times. He was sizing me up, trying to decide whether I meant what

I said or call my bluff, I maintained eye contact and waited for him to speak. My next line of

action depended on whatever decision he decided to take.

"The weather is always a bit harsh during this time of the year. I've always hated the cold, Lo."

"I can call you Lo, right? You always loved that name, everybody called you that in your high

school days."

I merely shrugged unsure of what to say, I couldn’t lose my cool. I was dealing with an extremely

dangerous and intelligent man. They had done their homework, I had to give it to them. They

were meticulous and they knew how to work discreetly. I paid top dollar to several agencies to

keep my real identity hidden and to pass information if anybody came sniffing around, I’ve dealt

with a couple of acquaintances from the past who tried to get to me but somehow the agencies

had failed to pick up on this threat, my usually impenetrable security detail had been taken part,

my family held captive and here I was, haggling for my life and theirs with an enemy I knew

nothing about.