Chapter 60
Ok, so before you start this chapter please read this.
From now on and until the next notice the chapters are flashbacks.
But before that let me make something clear. Everything I write in this book, I create those things in my head and have nothing to do with real-life events.
The experiments, the drugs, and the names I use for drugs, I picked up from the net and some are created by me. These experiments won't make sense in the real world or maybe…they would. I don't know, I just don't want anyone to say that science doesn't work like that or that you lied about this.
Just to tell you all I don't know shit about science I just write whatever comes to my mind. Nothing of this story is real and purely fiction.
Alright, I'm done with my rant. Please go and enjoy!
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"Cut off his hands," Commanded the woman, her voice dangerously calm and colder than the snow falling outside the window.
Her eyes remained fixed on the crying and pleading man before her desk. She sat there, dressed in an expensive black suit, with no sense of empathy, a black snake slithering between her arm and fingers.
"Madam Lydia, please! I did my best to establish relations with the Wagnar family!" he cried out, struggling against the men pinning him down. One of them brandished a large knife typically used for butchering animals.
Madam Lydia, also known as the Ice Queen, was a mysterious and intriguing figure renowned for her complete lack of emotion.
"But you've failed, how disgraceful," Lydia remarked in a cutting tone, her face revealing no emotion whatsoever. "I didn't pay you to only disappoint me."
The man's screams filled the room as Lydia's henchmen advanced toward him with their menacing weapons.
A single, subtle nod from their boss prompted the man to swing the knife, ruthlessly severing both of his hands from his body.
"Ahhhhugrhhrghh!!!" the man screamed in agonising pain, but no one paid him any attention as his blood began to pool on the floor. He writhed in pain, his handless body causing irritation to the Ice Queen.
"Clean up this mess," Madam Lydia ordered.
"Right away, Madam," ten physically imposing men, each standing at least six feet tall with bulging muscles, replied in unison.
"If we don't acquire the Verdant plot, we'll go bankrupt."
The verdant plot was a coveted piece of real estate that had caught the attention of many prominent businessmen, including Lydia. She had plans to build a casino there. The plot had once housed an orphanage, but a tragic fire had taken the lives of two children. The orphanage had since relocated to another city, and now the plot was up for sale.
"What did Wagnar have to say?" Lydia inquired in a serene voice, looking at the snake crawling between her fingers.
"He's not willing to back down. He intends to establish a lab there. What they like to call it an educational lab, and given his reputation, we stand little chance against him," Dexter, her manager replied.
"Dexter, I need you to do one thing. Arrange a meeting with them. Beg if you have to, even get down on your knees, but secure a meeting with him. I cannot afford to lose that land," Lydia instructed.
"But Madam, that would be beneath my pride," Dexter hesitated.
"Do you believe we're in any position to concern ourselves with your pride? Just do as I say," Lydia retorted firmly.
"Yes, Madam."
"And where is that worthless dog?" Lydia's voice turned even darker.
Dexter hesitated this time, his professional gaze narrowing slightly. "He...didn't show up last night."
It made Lydia inhale in patience. "Dexter, I want him in front of me within half an hour, dead or alive. I swear I'll personally wretch his body split in two if he fails to appear," she threatened.
"He..." Dexter tried to look away as if that could save him from the question.
"He what?" She demanded in a menacing, shrouded voice.
HOTEL PARADISE NIGHT
He inhaled deeply the intoxicating and enticing smell of red wine. Every sip makes his throat and insides alluring with a burning sensation.
His eyes fall on the glass in his hand, the red stains matching perfectly with the wine, making the atmosphere more seducing than it already was.
His lips flashed a smile when he looked at the blood on his hands and the floor which was drenching with dark red liquid. And surely the condition of his stained face wasn't too good from his hands. Then he looked at the source of all the blood on him.
The dead body was lying on the floor not too far away from where he was sitting. The bloody body reeked of blood which was making every pulse in his body throb.
He couldn't deny that the boy was pretty, but...but he couldn't also deny that he was looking more tempting lying in front of him with his stomach open and all the blood that was flooding on the floor.
"Lia Alexandrov Valery!"
The doors slammed open and Lia wasn't surprised at all.
Lydia fumed, seeing red when her angry eyes landed on the blood in front of her. "You fucking manwhore!"
The man with his naked back and ass on display sat calmly in the middle of the blood sea. He slightly perked up at the voice but didn't faze in any way and kept on sipping his drink. Without looking back, he smiled and closed his heavy eyelids.
"Dexter!" Lydia yelled.
"Yes, madam," Dexter quickly got to his work to not make his madam any angrier than she already was and peeled his young master's skin off. He took out the blanket that he had brought with him since it wasn't the first time they had caught their master in this state.
Lia, suddenly hearing the footsteps approaching him and feeling the blanket around him, snapped him back to reality. His expression changed to one of fright, and he tried to fight back the piece of cloth that seemed to be burning on his skin.
"Young master, behave," Dexter tightened the blanket around him to hide his dignity, which he had long lost when he first started sleeping around with men.
But Dexter still took care of him. Lia stopped fidgeting and let Dexter cover him properly. He couldn't see, but he was aware that Dexter was mad.
Lia smiled as he let out a hoarse voice without looking back. "Good morning, Mother!"
Lydia twisted her face in disdain. Although Lia is his first child, she dislikes him. Lia is the son of her first husband, who died for unclear reasons. It didn't bother her. He was simply an alcoholic who was abusive.
However, whenever he calls her mother, Lia knows how much that irritates her. But every ounce of patience she wastes is a victory for him.
"Dexter, take this ugly whore off my eyes." She yelled. "Clean the body and make sure the news doesn't get out of this hotel."
Back to Valery mansion-
Dexter handed a pair of clean clothes to his young master who shamelessly walked out of the bathroom with his round butt on show.
"Have some decency, for god's sake!" Dexter gasped and quickly looked away. He swore this young master would give him a heart attack before his mother.
"But I'm just a little baby," Lia said in a baby voice. Dexter cringed and shook his head.
"You're 21. Behave like your age."
"What? Am I not cute?" He asked, blinking his eyes and swaying his hips.
Dexter didn't speak this time and just stared at the innocent face in front of him because he knew the darkness hidden behind those delicate features and soft smiles. A destructive beauty.
"Yes, you are," He chuckled, playing along. "Please wear your clothes now."
"Why don't you become my lover? Then I don't have to go around having sex and give you headaches," Lia began to spit nonsense again that Dexter was used to now.
Dexter laughed and made two glasses of drink. Once in decent clothes, Lia drank the alcohol in one go before resting his head on Dexter's shoulder.
Dexter gently ruffled Lia's hair and slowly pushed him back. "Lia, sweetie, I'm straight. Also, I have always seen you as my little brother and my responsibility that I need to take care of," He got up and went back to fill his cup. Lia watched him with a playful expression. "Nothing more and nothing less than that. Also, your mother will kill me if she finds out that I'm having an affair with her son."
"What if we don't tell her?"
"Still no."
"We can keep it a secret. I'll let you top me. Come on."
"N.O, no."
"You're no fun," Lia pouted, falling on the bed.
"I'll get over it."
"But," he pushed again.
"No buts," Dexter suddenly appeared and pulled the blanket on him. Lia smiled up at him. "Go to sleep now, we have to attend a very important meeting tomorrow with your mother."
"Meeting? What kind of meeting?" Lia frowned, throwing his arms around Dexter's neck and stopping him from leaving, who was at least seventeen years older than him. However, he doesn't look his age due to his huge and strong build and young face.
"We will visit the Wagner mansion to try to convince him to take back their hold from the Verdant plot."
"We still haven't got that land. Damn, no wonder old lady's pants were on fire when she found me. I mean she hates me, but she really acts as if she couldn't get the land because of me."
Dexter sighs, pushing Lia's sneaky hands away and getting up from his bed. "You always provoke her rage."
"She has branded me as a disappointment, might as well live up to that," He giggled, making Dexter roll his eyes.
"Anyways, why did you kill that guy?"
Lia's sudden discomfort at the topic didn't go unnoticed by Dexter. Lia turned to the other side, pulling the blanket up to half his face. "Why are you asking? You already know I killed him to make that bitch angry." He whispered through gritted teeth, his face hardening.
Dexter didn't say anything for a while, he sat down on the sofa in the big room. "Did you really kill him to make your mother angry or because…he gave drugs to Eve?"
Lia flinched at the name. His face became even more furious. "Why would I? I don't care if he dies from an overdose. I don't care about him."
Dexter couldn't see his face, but he already knew that Lia was trying to play it cool, and deep down, he was hiding his real emotions as he always does. "And I think you care about your little brother–"
"HE'S NOT MY BROTHER–!" Lia huffed as he screamed, getting up and throwing the blanket. Dexter wasn't surprised by this outburst, he's used to it by now. Lia's beautiful brown eyes were burning with hatred. "AND NEITHER THAT BITCH IS MY MOTHER!"
He was like an empty glass. From the outside, he was beautiful, but from the inside, he was empty. What he was feeling wasn't anger. No, it was rage.
Dexter silently stared at him. "Young master," He began with a low voice. "All I'm saying is that the kid didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't hate him. Eve is sick–"
"So what?! I'm supposed to care? Do you want me to run around him like every single person in this house? In my own house?" Lia chuckled bitterly. His chest pained, as if he was longing for something that he could never achieve. "He has so many people to take care of him. I'm sure he doesn't want another one."
"He doesn't want anyone else to take care of him," Dexter tried to reason, even though he could clearly see how much Lia was suffering. He still tried to persuade him. "He just wants his big brother to pamper him."
"Get out!" Lia ordered infuriatingly.
Dexter stood up, unable to defuse his young master's order. His head hung low. "Have a great night, master. And please forgive me if I crossed the line."
He walked away, closing the door behind him. Lia fixed his gaze on the door. He let go of the blanket and inhaled deeply before sliding back into the pillow.
This wasn't the first time Dexter attempted to persuade him to be polite to his brother. But only if it were this simple. You can't persuade someone to like someone they clearly despise. Lia wished there was someone who understood him, who would listen to his side, because Dexter doesn't.
Eve Eve Eve! He doesn't even remember that it's my birthday today yet all he's about is Eve.
He closed his eyes, even though it was simply another sleepless night for someone suffering from Insomnia.