CHAPTER TWELVE
2080 Words
“Told you Barcelona will win, now you have to give me my money.”
“They only won because the referee was unfair, but as agreed I will give you your money.”
Sebastian said, taping an imaginary hat to the driver.
“Excuses,” was all Trevor could say.
They entered Trevor’s house, and they were dumbstruck by what they saw. Everything was messed up. The tables and chairs were on the other side of the room. The TV sliced into two and everything else, like an earthquake, has just passed.
The two men exchanged thoughtful looks, thinking about what the hell had happened. Then Trevor snapped out of his thoughts and rushed to the stairs, shorting his wife’s name with a cracked voice.
Trevor checked room after room until he found her weeping in the spare bedroom at the corner with lights turned off. He ran and mollified her before he could ask what happened. He perused her body and found only a cut on her lower limb. But luckily it was not deep.
“What the hell happened here, Maria?” Trevor asked. “Why is everything all messed up?” he added.
Sebastian stormed into the room with a perplexed look and went kneed down beside Trevor.
“Maria, what happened here? Who did this?” Trevor repeated.
“It….wa….was,” Maria began, but the men understood nothing of what she was saying.
“Relax sister-in-law, just take deep breaths and tell us who did this I promise we gonna kill the bastard,” Sebastian said.
There was complete silence as the two men kept on gazing at Maria, waiting for her to speak.
Her voice finally came out, though I bit cranky, “it was Siobhan and Amell.” Trevor and Sebastian looked at each other furiously.
She took a deep breath and continued, “they came with four wizards and two witches. He. ..said if you don’t give him the book, he will take everything you ever cared for.”
She prolonged in weeping, hugging her husband.
“Now I’m going to kill those two bastards. Don’t worry dear, they will be repercussions for their actions,” Trevor said, hunger burning in his eyes.
He helped her up and took her to lie on the bed. He gazed at her makeup, which ran down her cheeks, smearing her mascara, or whatever you called the stuff woman smeared on their faces. Trevor and Sebastian left her so she could take a nap and relax after what she just experienced.
“Man, it’s getting late. I have to bounce,” Sebastian said upon finishing, helping Trevor to clean up.
“Alright thanks for your help, man, though I did most of the work,” Trevor grinned.
“Whatever, man, and can I go with your car?” said Sebastian.
“If my car was well, I wouldn’t have used a tax.”
“Dammit. Then I will be on my way.”
“Alright let me walk you to the door?”
“What are we gonna do about Siobhan and Amell also don’t forget about the ring situation?”
“Man, I don’t know, my head is spinning in a million dimensions right now.”
“Alright, then we will talk tomorrow.”
Sebastian opened the door and went out.
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Trevor barely started walking back when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. His heart started pumping at a rate that even a person twenty feet from him could hear, with the thought that Siobhan and Amell have come back. He started opening the door swiftly, then sighed.
“Dear, you startled me.”
“Oh, sorry. And I thought you have escorted Sebastian,” she said, turning to look at Trevor.
“No, he is a grown man. What are you doing?”
“Cooking.”
“You should rest. Come on,” he took her by the hand.
“Trevor, I’m ok. Besides, who will cook if I sleep like a big bag of bones,” she grinned.
“I would have cooked.”
She burst out laughing and said, “do I have to remind you about the time when you blew up the microwave. And we had to clean for two days,” she touched his shoulders, “if you may excuse me, sir, I have to finish cooking.”
Trevor gazed at her, and a smile crept on his face.
“I still remember the microwave crisis and besides we learn from our mistakes, right? I have learned one or two things from blowing up the microwave.” He wrapped his hands on her hips and went on, “anything I can help with?”
“I have everything under control here so you, Mr. Trevor, can wait for your food in the sitting room. I will not concentrate with you here.”
“I know you won’t concentrate with this handsome face in front of you, miss Maria.”
He gazed at her as he went closer to her than before.
“I didn’t mean that. I meant you are too ugly to look at, I might get distracted,” she giggled.
“If I was ugly, you wouldn’t have gotten married to me.”
“You had put me under a curse.” She unwrapped herself from his hands. “Trevor, go let me finish up here,” she added
“Bu……”
“No ifs and buts, go in the sitting room,” she carried on doing her magic.
“Ok. Don’t call me if anything comes up,” he turned and went out.
He went sat down and took the remote, placed the ON button. And he started watching Star Wars.
After a couple of minutes, Marie finished cooking. And prepared the food on the dining table.
“Trevor, the food is ready,” she called loud enough for him to hear, but she saw no movements from him.
She went, took the remote, and turned the TV off.
“I think I said food is ready,” she said.
But Trevor just took the remote from her hands and turned the TV back on.
“Alright, I’m sorry for chasing you out of the kitchen. But it’s like you said, I couldn’t have concentrated with your handsome face around.”
A small smile crept on Trevor’s face. Women always know what men want to hear. Trevor went to the dining table like a baby who was promised a lollipop for brushing his teeth after dinner.
“This is amazing, but not like my mother’s cooking,” he said after taking his first bite.
“Just keep eating moms boy.”
After Maria finished eating what was on her plate, she got up and started heading to the stairs.
“What, you are leaving me alone?”
“You will find me in our bedroom.”
“Wait, I’m done,” he said, mouth full.
He got up and picked Maria up.
“Shall we?” He asked
“You are in like my parents are coming home late today.”
“Then let us not worst more time, darling.”
And they headed to the stairs, doing whatever married couples do.
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“What the hell took you two so long? Where is my ring?” asked a middle-aged man.
He had dark, perfectly combed hair. Wore a casual shirt with sleeves rolled up expensive-looking black jeans that emphasized his legs nicely. He completed his look with military-style boots, stylishly unlaced.
The two men kneed down like what those guards do when they see their king.
“I said where the hell is the ring, you bastards,” the middle-aged man asked once more, anger burning in his eyes.
“We could not retrieve the ring, my Alpha,” the bold man said.
“What!” the middle-aged man shouted “tell me who holds my ring and am gonna get it myself. That’s why they say if you want your job done, do it yourself.” He added as an afterthought.
“A young man, Mr. Charles. He’s about 30 or less,” the other man said, still looking down.
Charles squatted, straightened the bold man’s face. Charles’s hand gripped the bold man’s jaw so tight his bones nearly cracked.
“A young man kicked both of your asses pathetic.” He let the man go so forcefully he bumped his head on the floor and a bit of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“My alpha his fighting techniques were unique.”
“But you are freaking werewolves for the love of God,” Charles yelled.
“So was he my alpha,” the blonde man said.
“What did you just say?” Charles asked, going closer to the blonde man.
“Yes, my alpha,” the bold man got up gaining confidence, “the boy was a werewolf as well. They call him Sebastian.”
“Even though they were two of you, Alinani,” Charles said, and the bold man dipped his head. “And what did you say his name his?” he asked as an afterthought.
“Sebastian my alpha. His Trevor’s friend,” Alinani replied.
“We gave it our best, my alpha, it’s just that the boy got lucky. Give me a second chance and I’m gonna rip the boy’s body in half,” the blonde man said, still on his knees.
“You can get up, Mulenga. And that name Sebastian sounds familiar.”
“What are you trying to say, my alpha?” Alinani asked.
Charles didn’t answer and then whispered, “can he be, no, I’m been ridiculous.”
“What are you saying, my alpha?” Mulenga asked.
He kept quiet, thinking of how he was gonna phrase it.
“That young man could be my nephew.” The two men gasped in shock, but he went on without giving them a chance to reply, “my brother’s son.”
“But how can that be my alpha, we thought he was dead? You brought his dead body to the pack. And told your, brother, that you found him lying on the road dead,” Mulenga wheezed.
“The boy didn’t die,” he squeaked in the tiniest quiver of a voice.
“What!” Mulenga and Alinani locked eyes, both dumbstruck.
“I trust the two of you. Tell anyone about what you are about to hear and I will rip your skins off and feed it to the dogs.” They dipped their heads.
Charles went on, “So here is what happened. When the boy was born I knew my brother was going to leave him the throne and he’ll end up being the alpha and boss me around just like my brother.” He sighed and sat on a well-finished chair.
Alinani opened his mouth to speak, but Mulenga gestured him to keep his mouth shut.
“I was, and I’m, the rightful owner of the thrown. So I had to get the boy out of my way.” He paused for a breath and continued, “one night it was a full moon and every werewolf went hunting. I knew I wouldn’t have gotten a better chance than that.”
He stood up and went to check at the door if they were still out of hear shot, then walked back to the two men.
“I pretended to be sick, so they left me behind with only my brother’s wife and two werewolves.”
“What happened next,” Mulenga asked.
They both seemed to enjoy the bedtime story, which made my heart drop in my stomach. And realized these bastards were heartless. There was no reason anyone could enjoy such a story except psychopaths.
“My sister-in-law was too easy to take down. The two werewolves did put on a fight, but all the more kicked their asses. I took the boy to the city and left him outside the orphanage. And you know what followed next.”
“How did you take your brother down,” Alinani asked drily.
“Oh, that I was slowly poisoning him and everyone believed he was just sick. A few months letter my brother died.
“I presume you killed his wife as well?” Mulenga asked.
“Good thing you are following, for a second I thought you were getting bored,” he went on without waiting for a reply, “after she found out that I was responsible for her husband’s death, I had to kill her before she blunted everything out and ruin my planes.”
Alinani looked at Mulenga, telling him to be careful around the man he was a psycho.
“If he is indeed your nephew, it explains why that wizard has the ring,” Alinani spook.
“Yes indeed. You can go, for now. Tomorrow we are going hunting boys,” Charles spoke, grinning viciously.
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