~YULIA.
Issa felt at ease as he sat with a dangerously calm demeanour.
I had learnt one new thing about him tonight. He had the ability to show people how they died. It was not something regular werewolves had because I was one and I had recently started studying werewolf biology at Canis Academy.
Lycans were just a different breed and they were also very rare. Like if there were a thousand werewolves, only a hundred Lycan would be present and that was just speculation.
“Yulia,” Issa called.
I looked into his green eyes as they glinted in the kaleidoscope lights of the night club. He looked at ease yet he had an intense loom about him.
“Promise me that no matter what happens here tonight, you will not panic…”
I nodded without a word. I knew that he wanted to reveal to me the part of him that he showed no one. He wanted me to see him as he was.
“Good,” he said. “We’re being watched, there are cameras here so they know where we are seated.”
I corked my brows as I swept my eyes over the room, searching for the cameras but failing to see them.
“Try to relax,” he said. “Enjoy the view. It’s going to be a long night. The father of your ex is deliberately stalling, some sort of power move. He wants us to be nervous by keeping us waiting.”
“How do you know all these things about him?” I was clearly impressed by his deduction skills.
Issa shrugged. “I have done a severe and thorough research on him before we left the house.”
I widened my eyes at him in awe. “You learnt all that about him in the short amount of time I was getting dressed?”
A small mischievous smile tugged at his lips. “Actually, I have been researching him ever since I bumped into Pete.”
I shook my head in amusement. Despite what was about to happen and where we currently were, I was not afraid.
I looked around the huge space of the club. There were strippers dancing on the poles fitted on raised platforms. Numerous disco balls hung up high in the ceiling. Over twenty sex cages were swinging from chains bolted to the ceiling where semi naked girls in leather bikinis and sexy lingeries were locked in.
The place was filled to the brim with writhing forms grinding on themselves, swaying to the sound of the music.
Two beautiful blonde haired girls wearing only panties with very high heeled shoes seductively walked up to where Issa and I sat. One had a tray of colourful pills that I assumed were drugs, while the other had a small silver bucket of ice with two expensive bottles of wine perched inside it.
“Courtesy of Mr. Swine.” One of them purred. They had black tapes covering their nipples in x shapes. They were about to sit down before Issa dismissed them with a cold look.
I marvelled at how he could communicate with only his eyes.
“Would you have considered being in their company if you came alone?” I asked.
“If you had not crashed into my life, yes,” He answered. “But now, my loins only ache for you.”
I loved his answer so much it made me smile.
“Here they come,” he said as he looked straight ahead.
I gazed at where he looked and saw an entourage of men walking beside a pot bellied man in a suit and fedora hat. That was Pete’s father. I had met him quite a few times when Pete and I had been dating.
I spotted Pete in a black hoodie and jeans but his right arm had a cast that his hood sleeves couldn’t cover. The cast was blue in colour, a strange colour on his skin. He looked angry as he walked confidently beside his father and his guards.
They were altogether seven in number. I became a little nervous.
“Remember what I said,” Issa whispered.
“Don’t panic,” I replied and relaxed my shoulders as I leaned into him.
The men roughly pushed the dancing crowd out of the way as they approached us.
Pete’s father, whom everyone knew as Mr. Swine, took a seat and removed his fedora hat, placing it gently on the table before him. Pete sat beside his father, glaring at me before his eyes moving to Issa. The five men remained standing, blocking us from the crowd, to give us an air of privacy.
No one said a word at first and Issa did not seem eager to break the silence either.
Mr. Swine looked at me curiously and shook his head wearily. “So this is the girl that got my son a broken arm. Yulia, is it?”
“Your son got a broken arm because you failed to teach him how to respect women,” Issa shrugged as he answered.
Pete scoffed in anger and disdain.
“If we’re being honest,” Issa continued. “This is all your fault, Mr. Swine.”
Pete’s father looked momentarily stunned by Issa’s response.
“I don’t think that you realise where you are, Mr. Frostwood.” Mr. Swine looked at Issa with a frown.
“Stop wasting time, father and make him pay! Give me some time alone with her,” Pete abruptly spoke out, glaring at me with rage and vengeance.
“Calm yourself, boy, you will get what you want soon,” Pete’s father said and tapped his son lightly on the knee.
He turned to Issa whose heart beat remained eerily steady.
“You see, I am a man of certain reputation,” Pete’s father said to us. “And you, Mr. Frostwood, have threatened that reputation. So you must understand that I need to set the matters straight. You humiliated my son and therefore my family. There must be some sort of payment, if you get my meaning.”
“I understand you perfectly well, Mr. Swine,” Issa replied calmly. “What do you have in mind?”
Pete’s father raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise. I believed it was how calm Issa’s demeanour was.
“You broke my son’s arm, so I think it is only fair that your arm is broken in return,” Pete’s father said and nodded to one of the men who brought out a small sledge hammer from his inner jacket.
“And then you give my son some time with your wonderful niece.”