Chapter 111

Layla clung tighter to Davian. She didn't expect Alpha Nolan to acknowledge her presence, let alone address her directly.

"My phone?" She asked, puzzled, looking from him to Davian.

"What did you do?" Davian shot at him. His eyes were dark gray, like stormy skies.

"Something she would be grateful for, I am sure."

Layla felt a bitter taste at the back of her throat; she didn't like the way he said it. She doubted she would be grateful to Nolan. She didn't like how he made her feel. He was scary. Too scary.

She reached for her bag hanging off her shoulder, glancing at him suspiciously as she took her phone out.

"Go on, check it. Don't worry, no one was hurt," he said with a wide smirk as he took another puff.

She tore her gaze away from him and unlocked her phone. There was the missed call from earlier but along with it were several new messages.

She frowned as she unlocked her phone to access the messages. Her hand shook slightly as the contents were revealed.

\[Your debt balance of one million three hundred thousand has been paid\]

\[Your debt balance of five hundred thousand has been paid\]

\[Your debt balance of three hundred and fifty-two thousand has been paid\]

Several messages from the different people her father owed spammed her phone. Layla was in disbelief. Alpha Nolan had paid her debt.

It was no small fee. Her father had been sure his business idea was the next best thing and had borrowed more than he could ever pay in his lifetime with hopes that he would pay back with the business.

However, that didn't happen as the money was stolen. His car was taken and their family house was sold off to try to pay some of the debt but it didn't even dent it.

Then her father had spent the rest of his life working a measly job to make the monthly payment. With his reputation as a fraudster, it was pretty hard for him to get a decent job.

"You paid my debt?!" She yelled out in horror and disbelief.

How did he even know she had debt? Not only that but to find them and pay them off. Layla kept scrolling and the messages kept appearing.

"I tried not to miss even one. I was beyond shocked you had such an enormous debt, Layla. To think your mate didn't try to take care of that for you. Are you sure this is the kind of man you—"

"Fuck off, Nolan!" Davian cut in.

"Oh, you don't sound surprised about it. Wow. You knew your mate had such a terrible weight on her shoulders and you did nothing to lighten it. I was certain you didn't know about the debt. But you knew. Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Cut the crap and let us go!"

"Go?" He asked with genuine bewilderment. "I just did your mate a huge favor and I am not hearing any thanks."

"You want some thanks?" Davian's forehead crinkled and veins appeared.

"Of course, Alpha Davian. I just did this out of the generosity of my heart; I'd like to be appreciated."

"Cut the crap, Alpha Nolan. I am severely running out of patience."

"Ooooh scary," he laughed and took a step forward, stopping right in front of them.

Davian moved faster than Layla's eyes could follow, pulling out the gun Nolan had tucked in his belt. Despite the fact that Nolan anticipated and saw it, he didn't stop Davian.

He undid the safety with one hand while the other still held tightly onto Layla. He placed the mouth of the pistol right against Nolan's forehead.

Layla's mouth fell open and she almost dropped the phone in her hand. She was in total shock at the chain of events.

She had barely recovered from the fact that Alpha Nolan had paid her debt or that Davian knew about her debt and now he was about to shoot Alpha Nolan.

The reaction was instantaneous; about fifty men who had them surrounded all raised their guns at Davian.

"What are you doing?!" Nolan yelled at his men without moving his head. "I told you not to raise your guns until I give the order! Have you all lost your minds!"

"Sorry, Alpha," echoed through the men as they reluctantly pulled their hands down.

He didn't look bothered as he stared right at Davian with the gun against his forehead and Davian's hand on the trigger.

He kept his head steady and took another smoke of his cigar. He smirked and blew it right in Davian's face.

Davian's eyes blazed and Layla heard a click. "No!" she screamed.

"Tch!" he said and pulled the empty gun away and tossed it away. It made a sharp sound as it hit the floor.

As soon as he pulled it out of Nolan’s belt, he had suspected it was empty. The gun had felt a little too light and the Alpha’s reaction to the gun pointed to his head had solidified this.

"Bastard!" Nolan called. "You were really going to shoot me if it was loaded. Good thing I didn't underestimate you."

However, the Mafia King didn't sound angry. He sounded quite pleased. He took another puff of smoke and turned his attention to Layla.

Layla felt her heart slow down; she had truly thought Alpha Davian was going to kill him. She didn't understand the relationship between the Alphas but the hostility from Davian was pretty clear.

"Quite violent, isn't he? Despite how I have done nothing wrong, he fully intended to blow my brains out in front of you and the hospital." He shook his head with exaggerated disappointment.

"I-I am grateful, Alpha Nolan, that you paid my debt but I can't accept this," Layla heard herself say.

She was scared and knew she shouldn't be speaking but she couldn't help but fear that things were bound to escalate if she didn't do something.

If the gun was loaded, Davian would have shot him and she had seen the dark look in his men’s eyes, they wouldn’t have hesitated to riddle them with shots.

Alpha Nolan clearly wasn't going to let them go and Davian wasn't ready to listen. She had also heard him say something about a party. What was that about?

"Don't speak to him," Davian whispered, wrapping both arms around her. He seemed calmer now and his scent was different.

She wanted to do as he wanted but what she wanted more was for this hostage situation to end.

"Shush, Alpha Davian. She is giving me my thanks. I am afraid, Layla, that it is too late now. The money has left my account. I doubt your debtors would be eager to return it."

"I will pay you back," Davian cut in.

"I don't want your money. I just have a simple request, Layla. You seem more reasonable than your mate here and I know you want things to end amicably unlike him."