Chapter 25 The perfect leverage
Rheagar
I strike the lighter, watching the flame dance slowly.
Fire is beautiful.
An unreal phenomenon that burns with passion, heat, and otherworldly air of hot aura.
Oh how it ravages, and devours its prey, burning every skin, licking every wet drop of slick juice, reducing it to nothing but mere ash.
I want to watch something burn. Rather, I want to watch someone burn.
"Just wait until I get you, Auren," I touch the flame to the cigarette, drawing in slowly.
The first drag burns my throat softly, hitting it with a painfully pleasurable heat right in the spot.
"Boss, we've got some bad news," one of my men, Atleo, runs into my room.
I breathe out the smoke, the puffy smoke curling in the cold morning air.
"Shoot," I take in another drag.
"Zarven is dead, boss."
I choke on smoke at the news, my eyes temporarily going red. Smoke escapes through my nostrils, moist liquid gushing out afterward.
"What the fuck?" I whip my head up, my eyes blown wide.
"Auren killed him yesterday. Somehow, he found out Zarven was going to poison him with that rice cake."
My jaw tightens until it hurts. Anger—, no rage. Raw rage burns at the bottom of my chest, jumping up through my throat, and exploding in my brain.
"That fucking son of a bitch," I hiss through my teeth.
I can practically feel my blood boiling in my veins. Haa, that prideful fool.
"However did Zarven slip up? How could he have noticed there was poison in it?"
"According to what I heard, the lady who stays with him somehow detected it. We still don't know how. She's like a witch or something."
I rub my chin, my thoughts racing back to that little lady who stuck to Auren like glue.
"Ahh, that little creature," I hum.
"Yes boss."
A deep frown kisses my brows as I bury my head in thought. How did she know? She doesn't seem to have been versed in the world of crimes before, how could she have known?
"You don't think that girl has probably been a member of the underworld, do you?" I cock a brow at Atleo.
"I doubt so sir," he shakes his head, "Although, there's no information about where she's from, but I highly doubt she could have been involved in crimes before."
"Hmm," I narrow my eyes, "I see."
"What should we do? Auren is still searching for you, and we both know Auren is a mad man when it comes to revenge."
I grit my teeth in frustration. Gosh, how I wish I bombed the building the moment I could get him. I just let him slip away from my grip.
Stupid me.
I grab my pounding head in my hands, "I need that girl first. Once I get a hold of her, maybe I'll be able to get a hold of Auren again."
"Should we kidnap her?"
I don't respond; I rest against my chair, then take another drag of my cigarette.
Kidnapping. How much good will that get me? Auren will easily find a way to get her out of hostage, I need to think of something else.
"Kidnapping won't do the trick," I puff out a cloud of smoke.
"Should we kill her then?" He asks again.
I shoot him a hard glare, and he keeps quiet.
"Do you want to make things more complicated for me? Keep quiet and let me think!" I snarl at him.
He nods, burying his face.
"Now, what should I do?" I tap my chin, "What should I—"
A thought pops up in my head.
"Atleo, where is Bran?" I ask.
"Auren had him captured. We haven't heard from him ever since."
I almost bite off my lip in frustration. How I want to rip out his head with my hands!
"Fuck it! Who else can dig out information about that girl? I need her history so I know who I'm dealing with."
He scratches his head, "I can't say. I'll have Jett conduct a search, boss."
"Please do so. We need someone who can dig up her past, quick," I palm my face.
I wonder what fool takes a girl he barely knows anything about into their house. Who knows what she is?
"You can leave," I wave my hand dismissively.
He nods, and walks out of the room.
I swallow the lump that's forming at the back of my throat. I have a bad feeling about this, and I don't feel good. I don't know why I feel something will go wrong with this plan of mine.
I just have to try. It would be worse if I didn't try at all.
Six whole hours go by, and I still haven't received any feedback concerning that girl.
I'm almost going crazy.
"What have they been doing? It's been six hours, how mysterious is that little bitch?"
Just then, I hear a knock on my door.
I knit my brows together, "Who is it?"
"Atleo, sir."
I grunt, Come in, and he does.
"Any progress?" I sigh; the frustration building up in my chest rises to my throat level.
"Yes boss," he grins.
I widen my eyes, "What did you find?"
"She's an outcast from the Silver Crest pack. She killed her stepfather, and ran away on the night of the mating hunt. Ever since then, the Alpha has been looking for her. No one knows; she's a fugitive here."
A wide grin spreads across my face, "Splendid. How wonderful," I chuckle.
"What's the way forward, sir?"
I crack my knuckles, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over my pent up frustration.
"I'll handle it from here. I already have all I need to bring her to me."
"Do you intend on blackmailing her? Do you think that will work?" He scratches his head.
"Don't ask me silly questions. I know what I'll do. All you just need to do, is to be on standby, and watch me do it."
He nods, "Yes sir. No problem, sir."
"Alright, now I need my peace. Leave," I slump further into my armchair.
He slightly bows, and rushes out of the room.
"Finally," I reach for my phone, "I have all I need to entrap them in the palm of my hand," I snicker.
I dial a number, my grin of victory still plastered on my face.
Once again, that bad feeling jumps to the surface, but I push it aside. I can't risk ruining this.
The phone rings once, and clicks.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Find out the schedule of Auren's girlfriend. Tomorrow, we begin."