Chapter 117 - Man In Question (1/2)
Maxen's jaw clenched as he shook his hands from the stinging pain. Closing his eyes, he felt disappointment paint all over his face when Wyatt's hateful words rang in his ears. And as if his punch was not enough, he pulled Wyatt's hair back, tilting his chin up.
”Just. Answer. The. Question. Commander.”
Wyatt's eye darted to the side where Maxen stood. He saw the latter's glare was enough to stab him and bring him to his untimely death. He knew Maxen rarely got angry, but if he did, one must know to bow down to him and beg for mercy. Gritting his teeth, he replied, ”Yes, Your Highness.”
”Very well.” Maxen let go of Wyatt's hair, sneering when he heard Ollie let out a sigh of relief.
”Brother, you don't have to punch him!” he exclaimed, wiping his hand over his face.
”He's spouting gibberish. Somebody has to put some sense into him.” Maxen sat on the bed, studying Wyatt. He scoffed when the d.i.c.khead spew out blood on the carpet.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the bed, Ollie sat down too, leaning his back on the headrest. ”And for the record, that's a silly puppy love I had in highschool, Wyatt. And you, of all people, knew the truth better than anyone. I'm content with what I have: A beautiful wife and an adorable son and I will never do anything to ruin it. I get it, Brother. You're frustrated over your little fight with Emily…”
”It's not little,” Wyatt interrupted. ”Just release me from these handcuffs. Please. I need to see her.”
”Ahh this is taking longer than I expected.” Maxen leaned on the bed, his head propped on his forearms. He glanced beside him when Ollie offered his flask. Taking a sip, Maxen nodded in appreciation when the amber liquid left a smooth trail of heat on his throat.
”What should we do now, Brother? Should we leave him tied up? He's not talking,” Ollie asked as if Wyatt was not right in front of them listening to their conversation.
”We don't have a choice, Brother. We came here because we were told to do one thing and that is to hang the tag, not free him.” Maxen shrugged, ignoring the pleas of Wyatt.
Seeing there's no point in keeping the secret from them, Wyatt conceded, swallowing down his pride. ”I infected her. She said.”
”What?” Maxen's brows furrowed. If his guess was right, then…
”Infected her with?” Ollie glanced at Maxen, a huge question mark floating above his head.
”She said STD.”
”THE HECK!” Ollie bolted up from the bed and found his footing. He pinched his nose bridge to keep his thought process in place. ”How could you do that, Wyatt?!”
The man in question was about to explain himself when Maxen stood up from the bed and squared his shoulders.
”I don't want to hear any of your excuses, Wyatt. What I'm going to do is hang this tag, and step out of the door.”
”Brother… please.”
Maxen held his hand up, interrupting Wyatt from his speech. ”Let's save whatever connection we have tonight, Commander.”
”That's it? You don't even let me explain?” Wyatt sniped in derision, his eyes trained on Maxen's back.
Turning on his heel, Maxen towered over Wyatt, intimidating the latter that he cowered on his spot.
”Nobody needs your explanation. It's as simple as black and white. You dirtied a magnificent lady. The one who stood by your side all these years. The one who waited for you by the military academy gates even when it's raining. The one who did everything that would make you happy. You wanted to have a threesome action, she did. You knocked somebody pregnant, she stayed. And even if I didn't ask her to help me, she volunteered to find your child. And what did she get in return? A f.u.c.k.i.n.g disease?
”Don't…” Maxen took a sharp breath. He felt like exploding and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. He felt Ollie clamped his hand over his shoulder, so he exhaled deeply, finishing what he wanted to say. ”Don't even bother going near her because I will have your f.u.c.k.i.n.g head on a stake. Do you understand, Commander?”