Immediately Caesar left the cell, he went back into the mansion, and met Dvorak in the living room, waiting patiently. Dvorak saw him come in and got to his feet at once.
“We are going into the woods tonight. That Victor bastard is sleeping in my cell tonight.” Caesar said to him. “I’ve waited too long. I’m tired of waiting,”
An evil smile spread across Dvorak’s face.
“That’s a brilliant idea sir,” he paused and went on. “But are we really sure Victor is responsible for the pregnancy?”
Caesar scoffed.
“Don’t be slow, my man. With all the evidence we’ve got?” He shook his head pitifully. “Victor is responsible, no doubt”
“So what’s the plan now?”
Caesar drew in long, slow breath.
"Listen up, here's the deal," Caesar declared, his tone decisive. "We round up a few Fur Hunters with their WolfStoppers. If Victor gives us any trouble, we'll use it on him. But if he cooperates, we'll bring him in. Personally, I want him here. I want that whore to see the monster that’s been screwing her months," His voice dripped with bitterness. "At eight sharp, we head to the woods. Surround his cabin, call him out. Simple as that. He won't know what hit him."
“Alright, I think I better go prepare,” Dvorak said.
“Yeah, you do that. Also, get across to the sheriff and tell him to round up six Fur Hunters for this little adventure of ours. And also, to turn Sam Wesley loose once we’ll leave the town for the wood, got it?”
“Yes sir!” Dvorak said like a soldier snapping to attention and went away.
Caesar then walked up the flight and into his library. His eyes regarded the items which littered the floor from his desk which he had lifted in anger earlier and he hissed and went to the window.
He stood there, brooding and chain smoking, till he watched the red ball of the sun slide behind the hills. Then he left the window and strolled out of his library.
He walked into his bedroom, and frowned, a cold apprehension gripped him. The room was empty. He looked at the bed. It was well laid. Everything in the room looked well arranged and in order. It was as if he hadn’t left anyone in the room that morning.
What the hell? he thought, a low rage growling inside of him. Had this wolf bitch run off? Just then, his roving eyes fell on the chair at the comer of the room. Laid carefully on it was a black lacy underwear, a black jeans, a black blouse. Then he heard the sound of running water.
A sudden wave of relief flooded through his blood and he let out a heavy sigh. He walked over to one of the lounging chairs and sat then. Then he lit a cigarette while he waited for her.
After five or six minutes of waiting, he heard the sound of the tap turned off. Some few minutes dragged by, then she came out of the bathroom, her slim body wrapped in a white Turkish wrap.
They both regarded each other.
“You are back?” She finally said. There was no tone in her voice.
Caesar inclined his head but said nothing.
Safiya came around to the dressing table. She sat on the chair, picked up a lotion bottle, pressed a dollop of cream into her hand and began to rub the cream slowly and leisurely on her body.
She raised one of her long, white legs, placed it on the table. She spread the cream on her leg and began to stroke.
Caesar watched her interestedly. There was something about the way she was rubbing the cream that got to him. Safiya caught his eyes watching her in the reflection of the mirror and she turned her head to look at him.
“What’s on your mind?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” He growled.
“I can read your like a book, hunter. Something is bothering you,”
“Bullshit! Nothing is bothering me,”
“Sure?” She said and gave him a half smile. There was a look in her eyes that told him she didn’t believe anything he had said.
“Just what the hell is to you anyways?” He bursted out, hating the knowing look in her eyes.
“It’s easy to understand, Caesar . I really care about you. When you really care about someone, you get to know them well. I know you pretty well. And right now, I know You are not happy,” she said in a low voice, her face expressionless.
Caesar stared at her for a long moment, strangely. There was something about the way she had said those words that reached out to him. Perhaps , she does really care. But he wasn’t too much of a flop to believe a woman as shrewd as Safiya cares about him. But because of the fact that he needed to get some things off his chest, somehow, he found himself telling her about the discovery of Selena’s pregnancy.
“I just can’t imagine it, how could she let that bastard knock her up just like that?” Caesar said, shaking his head pitifully. “I was ready to give this girl everything. Everything! And she dares to treat me like ... .like as if I ain’t nothing!” There were lines of anger on his face now.
Safiya who had been listening to him all these while now said;
“Maybe it’s high time you do some reconsideration, hunter” there was a hard impatience note in her voice that startled Caesar and made him look at her strangely.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m saying maybe it’s time you move past what has been eluding you and focus on that which is right in front of you,” she said in a low, fierce voice.
Caesar looked so confused more than ever.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Caesar said harshly, puzzled.
Safiya stood up from the chair, her blue eyes expressionless. Slowly, with the movement of a jungle cat, she came over to where he sat and stood in his front. Her eyes, ice cold and blue, peered down at his face.
“You fucking loser,” her voice was as hard and as cold as a chunk of ice . “With your looks and fame, you could get any woman so much ever wanted and you let your big self to be pussy whipped by a stupid, town girl. “
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again,” Caesar growled. “I’m not a kid! Understand?” He barked.
“I will talk to you anyway I deem fit,” she seethed out. “I never figured you for a spineless man! But now, I take that word back. You Caesar , her a spineless bastard,”
There was a moment of silence in the room as the words sank slowly into Caesar ’s skull. Then he got to his feet at once. Then he hit her. He hit her so hard with the ball of his fist right on the point of her jaw.
She flung backwards and dropped to the floor with a strangle cry. She lifted her head to look at him, her face had gone blue-white, like the color of ice. There was a violent rage in her eyes.
“You bastard,” she spat out.
He pointed a thick finger at her.
“Next time, I will break your neck. Watch the way you talk to me,”
Then she did something which Caesar would always remember for the rest of his life. She turned, and half sat on the floor, then with her eyes still blazing at him. She slowly unrolled the wrap from her body. The wrist fell away from her body, revealing her small, rosy nipple pointed breasts, a flat, hard stomach, sturdy hips, thick thighs and the dark hollow of freshness between her things. She was cleanly built. She spread her legs wider, revealing the inside of her to him.
Then she smiled, a calculative glint in her eyes.
“Come here, Hunter. Focus on what’s right in front of you,”
Caesar stared at her, and licked his lips with his tongue. She lay there like a siren goddess, her eyes, a promise of wild, explosive sexual experiences.