Chapter 46 FORTY-SIX
Jasper's foot tapped rapidly against the floor, a clear sign of his impatience. His furrowed brow and clenched jaw revealed his growing frustration as the minutes dragged on. He was currently in Moon Valley to deliver the drugs his father had ordered him to.
"Where the hell is that old man? How dare he make me wait?" Jasper growled, his voice dripping with irritation. His sharp glare was enough to make Jao gulp nervously. The young man bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, Derrick—both in cunning and ruthlessness.
"I’ll remind his Beta again, sir," Jao said, quickly making his way toward the door. However, before he could leave, the door swung open abruptly, revealing the frantic figure of Alpha Devon of Moon Valley.
"S-Sorry for keeping you waiting," Devon stammered, his bloodshot eyes darting nervously. His frail frame and haggard appearance spoke volumes of his deteriorating health and addiction. "Did you bring it?" he asked, his voice trembling with desperation. Jasper smirked coldly and tossed the small drawstring pouch toward him.
"Here," he said curtly.
Devon scrambled to catch it, his hands trembling as he fumbled to open the pouch. Like a starved wolf finding a meal, he immediately pulled out some of the contents and inhaled deeply. His eyes glazed over almost instantly, the drug taking hold of him in seconds.
Jao watched as Devon succumbed completely to his addiction, an Alpha now reduced to a pitiful, controlled pawn. Meanwhile, Jasper leaned back casually, his smirk growing wider.
"Are you ready to talk, old man?" Jasper asked. Devon looked at him and nodded his head, sitting on the couch opposite him.
"What do you want?" Devon asked hoarsely, rubbing his temples. "And who are you?" he added, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of caution.
"I'm Jasper, Derrick's son," Jasper replied, his voice steady and cold. He leaned forward slightly, clasping his hands together. "I’m here to deliver a message from my father. He’s willing to increase the supply of drugs for you and your warriors. But there’s a condition—you’ll send some of your warriors to assist us. We need reinforcements," he added. Devon’s eyes flickered with interest, a twisted smile creeping onto his face.
"Consider it done," he said quickly, his desperation thinly veiled. "As long as the supply keeps coming, I’ll send whoever you need." His tone was eager—almost too eager.
Jao stood silently beside Jasper, watching the exchange between the two. He knew all too well that people addicted to such drugs would do anything to keep their supply.
"Good," Jasper said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair. "I’ll let my father know you’re on board," he added. Devon hesitated, then leaned forward, his voice dropping into a pleading tone.
"Young sir... you don’t happen to have another pouch with you, do you?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. One pouch is not enough for him. It'll only last for two weeks; he needs more.
Jasper’s smirk widened. He had expected this. Of course, the man would beg for more. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out another pouch but didn’t hand it over immediately.
"What will you offer me for this?" Jasper asked, crossing his legs and raising an eyebrow, waiting to see just how far Devon would go.
"Money, women, my warriors—whatever you want!" Devon said desperately, his hands trembling as he stared at the pouch in Jasper’s hand. Jasper raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a cold smile.
"What if I said I wanted your pack? Would you give it to me?" he asked. Devon froze, his face pale. For a moment, he couldn’t speak. He studied Jasper’s expression carefully, trying to figure out if the young man was serious.
"M-My pack?" he stammered.
"Yes," Jasper said coolly, his gaze piercing. Devon swallowed hard.
"B-But—"
"I’m just kidding, old man," Jasper said with a chuckle, watching the relief flood Devon’s face. "Relax. I’m not interested in your pathetic pack. But here’s what I do want: additional warriors, aside from the ones you’re already sending to my father. I want my own force, and I don’t care where you find them or how you get them. Oh, and send some women. Consider it my...personal bonus," he added. Devon blinked; he was relieved that Jasper was not serious.
"Of course! I’ll take care of it," he said quickly. Satisfied, Jasper tossed the pouch to Devon, who caught it greedily.
"There’s a paper inside with instructions. You’ll send my warriors to the location written there. No excuses." Jasper stood, brushing imaginary dust from his pants. Devon clutched the pouch like it was a lifeline, bowing his head deeply.
"Thank you, young sir! I’ll do exactly as you’ve asked!" he said, his voice brimming with gratitude.
Jasper smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement at Devon’s groveling. Without another word, he turned away and walked out, leaving the Alpha in the office.
"Jao, go back to the pack first. I have something to do alone," Jasper said.
"But, sir, your father said—"
"I don't care, Jao. Go back. I'll come home later. Bye," Jasper said as he hopped into his car. Without waiting for a response, he drove off, leaving Jao behind.
Jao let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. He retrieved his keys, got into his car, and left the Moon Valley Pack.
Jasper arrived at his destination, grabbing a mask and a cap from the seat beside him. He put them on before stepping out of the car. As he entered the building, he flashed his card and nodded at the guard.
Jasper went to the stairs; he climbed to the second floor. Once there, he walked to the last room on the right and pushed the door open.
"What the fck? Who the fck are you barging in here without permission?!" A man yelled. Jasper grinned and removed his cap and mask.
"Surprise, motherfcker," he said. The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he dropped his phone on the floor.
"Jasper fcking Maddens?! Man, I thought you were dead!" The man exclaimed, grinning broadly. Jasper scoffed, walking up to him. They exchanged a high-five and bumped shoulders in a friendly, rough manner.
"Reagan, how’ve you been, you fcker?" Jasper asked. Reagan glanced over from the fridge, grabbing a beer and tossing it to him.
"I'm alright, same as always," Reagan replied, leaning against the counter with his own drink. "But seriously, how the hell did you manage to get out of prison? You were all over the news, bro!" he added.
Reagan was one of Jasper's oldest friends, the kind of guy who knew how to find trouble—or, in Jasper's case, victims. He had a knack for locating women online, feeding Jasper's twisted needs. Jasper smirked, leaning back on the couch and cracking open his beer.
"My father got me out," he said casually. "He had this drug that stops your heart temporarily. They thought I was really dead," he added. Reagan's brows shot up in surprise.
"No sht? Your old man’s full of tricks, huh?" Reagan said, but he had never met Derrick.
"Yeah," Jasper said. "Anyway, I'm not here for that. I want you to find this woman," he said and handed him the picture of Brienne he had. Reagan took it and looked at the photo.
"One of your victims? What did she do?" Reagan asked and put the photo on the table where he was working.
"That btch's man was the one who put me in prison," Jasper said, his eyes darkening and his hand clenched into a fist. "I want revenge," he added.
"Alright, I will work on it, but first, let's celebrate your freedom, brother!" Reagan said and raised his bottle, grinning playfully. Jasper let out a small, cold laugh and raised his own bottle.
"To freedom," he said mockingly before chugging it down. The bitter drink burned his throat, but it didn’t compare to the fire in his chest. One thing was certain—he would get his revenge.