Chapter 288 - Show Respect (1/2)
Nikolai watched from the ship's deck as people were split into groups; girls were ushered in an ambulance, while men were herded to police cars with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
His lips curled at the sight of Maxen shaking hands with authorities. ”Look at him pretend as if he truly cared,” he scoffed in derision. He thought Maxen's married life must be dull and gray for him to be out in the streets playing superhero.
Now that he thought about Olivia, he snorted. That woman was uptight as hell. It was no wonder Maxen spoiled his evening instead of hammering his wife.
Successive thuds of car doors closing jolted Nikolai Vasiliev from his stupor. Anger boiled from the pit of his stomach as cars pulled away from the scene and the blaring lights faded into the darkness.
Gritting his teeth, he watched as Maxen dragged his princely a.s.s towards the gangway. There would always be that one person that would get on our nerves even just by simply breathing, and Maxen was one of those.
Shaking away his thoughts, he nodded his head and mentally prepared himself for his discussion with Maxen instead.
He knew all he would receive was a warning. After all, starting a war with the neighboring country was their last priority. Nikolai thought Maxen's agenda would definitely be concerning about the Huks. ”Cease all communication lines with the Huks.”
”Yes, Your Majesty. Is there anything else that you d.e.s.i.r.ed to be dealt with?”
Dipping his hand inside his pocket, he towered over his assistant, who flinched and whimpered in terror. ”Find me a new doll, and maybe, I will let you keep your daughter's head. Do you understand?”
”Ye-yes, Your Majesty,” the assistant stuttered.
As though he owned the vessel, Nikolai plastered a smile so wide it could split his face in half and welcomed Maxen with his arms spread in a wingspan. The hate between the two royals created splashing tides of energy that everyone around them felt.
”Dressed for the occasion, I see,” Nikolai jibed, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g the star pinned on Maxen's military uniform.
Maxen swatted Nikolai's finger with the back of his hand. Their eyes met for a brief second, and the tension between then grew thicker, one could slice it with a knife. ”I'm not here for tea, Nikolai. Give me the list of the guns you exchanged with the Huks or a video of your proclivities would dominate the search engine when after sunrise.”
Nikolai jutted his bottom lip, downplaying the gravity of his situation as if what transpired that night was a joke. ”The list is in my fleet, Maxen. I'll send it to you via snail mail.”
”Blah blah blah,” Maxen retaliated according to his age. ”Or I can watch you swim back to your fleet in the dead of the night just like the old times, Nikolai.” A cruel smirk painted Maxen's face, and he took refuge at how purple Nikolai's face turned.
Nikolai's back straightened. He stepped forward to Maxen, their c.h.e.s.ts a hairsbreadth away from each other. ”Don't you dare.”
”Don't you dare what?”