CHAPTER 28

I look at him, utterly confused about why he injected vervain inside me. God knows how much amount he injected. But, it seems pretty much a good quantity of that.

Why does he want to kill me? I don't get it. He could've just stabbed me in the heart with a wooden stake. Why, the vervain?

Is that why he was asking me about my weaknesses? Just because he wants me dead? Like, my own lunatic blood brother?

I want an explanation to this. This can't be real and this can't be happening. My mind knows that it is the reality, but I'm refusing to accept it. No... No!

Lucas gets up from the bed, and slicks his hair back a bit as I try to scramble out of my bed.

"Lucas... why, the vervain?" I say, as my voice tends to crack.

"You'll know why. Do as I say. I've a lot to make you deal with."

Make me deal with what? What is this?

I am barely managing to walk. The vervain has really made me weak. He grabs me by the collar, as he drags me to the elevator and he pushes the garage button.

I almost want to laugh right now, believe me or not. This is why, this is why I keep people at an arm's length. This is why, I built walls so big, so that no one can enter. I'm safe in my castle. Because what's happening right now, is utterly disappointing.

"So... all of this, was just, you know, was a game? To have me dead?" I laugh but ut's devoid of humour. It's a cold, emotionless laughter.

"Shut up." He snaps.

Oh, and I thought he loved me. Well, I should've doubted it when he first told that he loved me because I should've better known that, no one, without their own profit would claim to love an abomination like me. Huh.

But, I don't want to believe that he's really doing this. I mean, I'm not scared of death. Not at all. But... he? He betraying me is the worst thing that probably happened to me since 258 years.

We get in a car, which Lucas claims to be his as he blindfolds me with a black cloth and he deposits me in the passenger seat.

And, suddenly I think, that this is the man I loved? Nah. He could've chosen a bit less painful death for me. I think it's not a great deal to ask for, is it?

He drives the car, and within a couple of minutes, he drags me out of the car. Woah, it was a short drive. Plus, I'm not wearing my shirt. Well, I'd make a sexy corpse. The thought makes me smile.

I'm drenched in sweat. I'm sweating profuesly due to the vervain and he ties me up to a chair. And secures both of my hands, with a strong rope as he ties them to the handles of the chair. What is this, BDSM? I chuckle once again.

He secures by legs with iron shackles and pulls off the blind fold. It's an abandoned building, as no one is nearby, except him. He injects me with another shot of vervain.

This vervain thing is too much. He should probably stop it by now. I'm not going anywhere. The iron shackles are too strong to break, due to me being weak. Or, I don't want to escape. God knows which one is true.

I sniff the air, as I think I smell another person not very far away. On the contrary, it's a much similar smell. Ryder!

I blanch at the thought as my scalp prickles with anticipation.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" A familiar voice speaks out from behind the huge pile of woods, stacked nearby.

"Your darling brother is here, Ry." I chuckle.

He appears from behind the pile as he takes out a sharp hunting knife from his pocket.

"You still love knives, don't you, Ry?"

"My brother has a sharp memory." He grins. Two can play this game.

He'll surely use to knife to torture me, and it's gonna be rough. But. I'll let him have his way. If he wants to kill me, let be it. I won't defend. Not after what Lucas did.

Ryder takes a few menacing steps towards me, as he indicates Lucas to step back and so he does.

"Too bad, Lucas will miss the amazing sex." He lets out a laugh.

"Ofcourse he will. I'm good at it." I smirk at him as he nods, signifying his approval.

"So, bro, let's make this quick." He throws some papers towards me. What are these?

"The deed of GODFREY CORPORATIONS, once you sign it, the 50% of the company's stuff goes to Lucas and the other half comes to me." He explains, moving the knife in swaying poses.

What? 50% goes to Lucas? Really?

"Okay, Ry. Let me talk to him a bit." I gesture towards Lucas.

"Fine, asshole. Make it quick." He indicates Lucas to step forward.

Lucas stands infront of me, as I smirk at him, but quickly my expression changes to something darker.

"Was it always the money?"