Tristan found Maximus overlooking the city as he stepped into his room. Tristan stopped and observed him for a while. His brother had been acting quite strange recently; he hardly got updates from him.
“Hey, Max,” Tristan greeted, and Maximus glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Is something troubling you? You’ve been quite off lately.”
Maximus didn’t reply as he returned his gaze back to the city.
Tristan sighed at his brother’s cold attitude.
“I’m heading to my territory, as you said. I’ll be back once Silence arrives,” he announced.
Maximus finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. “Good luck, brother.”
Tristan clicked his tongue. “Fucking creepy,” he muttered and left the room.
Maximus’ eyes fluttered closed. The fact that his brother and wife had something going on right under his nose made his blood boil. He hadn’t touched Odessa in two years, and he didn’t mind if she fucks around… but not with his own brother. He just couldn’t get the indecent scene out of his mind.
Not only was his brother sleeping with his wife, but he had also found out something unimaginable.
And it was something he wouldn’t take lightly.
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Tristan’s territory mostly dealt with the weapons of the Wallingtons. Not all weapons, but most of them. Tristan had many trained assassins, skilled just like him.
He settled into his large room and sent for something to eat and drink. Within minutes, a young lady stepped in with a tray of delicious-looking food and drinks.
The lady was unfamiliar, beautiful, and innocent. Tristan’s eyes followed her every movement. Her hesitation revealed her fear of him. Her body was incredibly sexy, especially her chest. He noticed her biting down on her lower lip and pulling it out, now wet. He grew hard, wondering how she would taste, how her body would feel against his hands, and how those lips would part as he thrust hard into her.
When she made to leave, he spoke.
“Wait.”
The lady stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to him, her gaze lowered. Her hands fidgeted nervously.
“Yes, sir,” her voice was soft, making Tristan click his tongue.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” he said.
“Yes, I’m new,” she replied, still avoiding his gaze.
Tristan recalled his assistant mentioning they had recruited new people to train. He hadn’t met them yet, but he was curious about the woman before him.
“How did you get here?”
“I was sold, master,” she replied.
“Master… I like the sound of that.” His eyes scrutinized her from head to toe, and he ordered again. “Come here.” He couldn’t contain the urge to have her beneath him, begging for release.
She looked up at him, confused.
“I hate waiting. You don’t want to get me angry, do you?” he asked curtly, and she immediately shook her head and stepped toward him.
Tristan sat up and tapped his lap. “Sit,” he ordered, and she didn’t hesitate to do so. As her ass pressed against his lap, his hand reached to feel it. She froze and bit her lip again. Fuck!
“Good girl,” he praised, preventing a graon from tearing of his lips, and reached for the wine she had brought in. “Now drink.”
She looked at him questioningly.
“You don’t want to keep master waiting, do you?” He had never allowed a new servant to serve him before, so he needed to confirm something.
He watched her take a drink and gulp some of it.
Only then did Tristan’s cold aura fade, replaced by complete lust. He drew his face closer to her neck.
Trailing his lips to hers, he brushed them over and felt her shiver. “You smell like honey, my favorite,” he whispered before capturing her lips.
She whimpered as he swiftly made her lay on the bed and hovered over her. His lips moved wildly on hers; he loved her type. Innocent. She moaned sweetly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
As Tristan made to lift her dress, he felt a sudden sharp pain on his neck and winced. He reached for his neck and saw a small drop of blood on his finger. Shifting his gaze back to her, her expression was unreadable.
Before he could speak, his vision blurred, and his body felt like water. He collapsed on her and fell into darkness.
After a long while, Tristan groaned at the pain in his neck. His eyes slowly opened, and as the memories of what happened returned to him, he immediately rose up.
That wench!
He grabbed his tablet hastily and accessed the security cameras of his territory. His eyes widened in terror at the sight on the screen.
Many of his men were lying dead on the floor.
“What?” he muttered and immediately dialed his brother’s number.
Maximus picked up on the first ring.
“Max, I’m being ambushed here. Send in your men.”
No response.
“Max, do you hear me? I need your help!” He began to panic. Never had an enemy broken into his territory. Someone who knew his domain well must have leaked the information.
“Max!!” he yelled.
“When you left… I told you good luck,” Maximus’s voice sounded on the other end, and realization hit Tristan.
“Don’t tell me… You…” Tristan’s chest heaved with disbelief. “How could you…” The call ended before he could finish. He jerked at the sound of gunshots outside his door. He quickly reached for his gun in the drawer.
As the door opened, he tried to shoot, but there were no bullets. He watched as Cassius walked in, bloodstains on his clothes and face.
“Looking for these?” Cassius asked, showing him the bullets from his gun and dropping them on the floor.
Tristan pulled out his knife, but then he saw two dire wolves slowly entering the room, both sneering at him.
Fear hit Tristan’s core. These wolves would tear him apart before he could take a step.
He was screwed… and betrayed. The brother he worked for had sold him out.
He watched as Cassius pulled out some cookies and ate one with a creeping smile on his face as he asked…
“Can you sing?”