Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

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Ray stared at Silas with fear in his eyes.

He knew he couldn’t object or his life was over.

After so much contemplation, he reluctantly flashed a weak smile at him, indicating that he was in.

“Fine. What is the price?” he asked, rising from his feet and taking long strides in his room while avoiding Silas’ hard glare.

“Whatever you want,” he answered sharply. “I am willing to give you whatever you want if you do this one thing for me perfectly,” Silas said in a whisper, emphasizing the ‘ perfectly ‘. His baritone voice was enough to make Ray pee in his pants.

Unable to mask his feelings, Ray gulped the bitter taste of fear down his throat as he threw his trembling hands in his pockets.

Was this a trap?

Was he for real?

So many questions clouded Ray’s head, but he was afraid to ask as Silas’ face screamed danger.

“I don’t believe this,” he disagreed weakly, shaking his head slowly while avoiding Silas’ raised brows.

Without looking at him, he could tell that Silas’ face was red in anger for doubting him.

Despite only meeting him twice, he could tell his dos and don’ts.

“Do you know what happens to those that doubt me?” Silas raised his voice calmly yet dangerously. He stroked his mustache while a dark, sinister look covered his face.

He felt like ripping Ray into half as anger rose within him like a tornado.

Terrified as fear clung to Ray like a second skin, he remained glued against the wall, his head pinned to the floor as he expected a strike from Silas or his guards.

He knew better than answering his rhetorical question.

“They end up like Rosa, a walking corpse. But not to worry, I’ll make her death quick as her days are already numbered,” he declared with no atom of remorse.

A flick of his fingers sent his guards into action as they handed him a tobacco and a lighter with a dragon head before returning to their positions where they stood motionless behind him, observing the environment in case of any strange occurrence.

“But why do you want Rosa dead? Isn’t she your niece?” Ray couldn’t help but ask as curiosity got the best of him.

Regretting his words instantly, he placed his palm over his lips and bowed his head in fear.

“I’m sorry for prying,” he quickly added, biting his lips in regret while his jaws were clenched tightly as he expected death.

“… Boss.” he completed. His heart wouldn’t stop thundering as he shut his eyes, waiting for the worst.

“I was supposed to chop your tongue off, but for some reason, I’ll leave you with a warning. Don’t ask questions that aren’t related to your assignment or mission. Am I clear?”

“Yes boss,” Ray answered in a hurry before bowing his head. His face lit up with happiness.

At least, he was still alive. That was all that mattered.

“You should know. It’s important that you know why I want her dead.”

Ray was already glaring at Silas with rapt attention and eager eyes.

“She is a murderer, a two-time lying and cunning bitch. She wants to eat her cake and have it, which is not possible. She is a betrayer that never keeps to her promise. She killed the former Luna knowing she was pregnant simply because she wanted the position so badly. If she could kill her best friend in cold blood without sparing mercy, she could do worse to you,” he stated coldly.

The effect of his words sent shivers down Ray’s spine. The more the words sank into Ray’s head, the more his hatred grew for Rosa.

It was like an unquenchable inferno spreading wildly inside of him.

His eyes were about to light up in surprise when Silas gave him a death glare.

“Don’t even try to act surprised, I know that you are aware that she killed Ivy. I hate pretenders, don’t become one.” he warned sternly as the expression if his face shifted to a dangerous one.

“Sorry, Boss,” he hesitated, bowing his head in submission before heaving a sigh of relief.

That was close.

“I want Rosa dead as soon as possible and I want a perfect job without a trace. You better not reveal a word about this or give my identity away if you get caught,” he warned again, pointing his index fingers at him before letting out a deep growl.

Ray almost peed his pants the moment Silas’ eyes flashed red for a split second.

“I will not disappoint you, Boss,” Ray answered, gulping the fear that lodged at his throat.

“You better not, or you’ll be sorry.”

Eerie silence enveloped the room as the men were lost in their thoughts.

“How much will the reward be?” Ray asked, breaking the thick silence.

“How much do you want? As you can see, I don’t negotiate with my boys. State your price,” he smirked before lighting the tobacco and sticking it between his lips.

“Killing the mistress without attracting attention is the most difficult thing to do. I’ll accept 35 bags of coins.” he stated, licking his lips greedily.

He knew the amount he requested was huge, but that was the only thing on his mind.

More gold coins meant more money.

He could decide to stop working forever while lavishing his money.

The greed shone brightly in his eyes the more his imagination grew.

“You have no choice but to kill her. She is a terrible person, a snake. If you do this job excellently well, I’ll give you additional money for a job well done. You’d receive 15 extra bags as a symbol of my appreciation. I Don’t mind spending heavily, I just want Rosa dead,” he declared in an air of finality.

“Plus, I keep to my word.”

“That’s massive. Thank you.” A wide grin plastered on his face as he leapt in excitement, almost hugging him.

He couldn’t contain himself, all he saw was himself swimming in money.

“Sorry,” he muttered, adjusting himself as he regained composure. “I was carried away.”

“Be warned. I don’t tolerate such behaviour.”

“Yes, Boss. I am sorry,” he blurted.

“When am I going to receive the money?”

“In the evening. The 35 bags of gold coins will be delivered to you this evening, then the bonus will be delivered after the success of the mission.”

“Thanks boss.”

“Don’t thank me yet until the job is over. I need her dead before the end of the week. Can u help me see to that?” Silas asked in a convincing tone as his dark eyes were fixed on Ray’s disorganized ones.

“This week?” Ray asked, fidgeting with his fingers as thoughts flew in and out of his head. “Sorry, but isn’t it a bit too early?” he blurted with his heart in his throat.

“You have no choice. Your opinion doesn’t matter. You are to obey the instructions given and I am to receive news that the mistress has been killed this week. Is that understood?” Silas’ voice thundered and his face shore with anger.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Ray knew better than to argue with him.

“Yes, sir,” he responded in a shaky voice, gulping the bile of fear that stuck to his throat.

“Good boy,” Silas complimented with a huge smile plastered on his face, confusing Ray. “I know how displeased you feel right now, but running away will only make things worse. It will cost you more than your life. Don’t try it.” He threatened, leaving his room without sparing another glance at him.

Anyone who walked in now would have thought Silas was an angel.

“That’s all. Have a good day and don’t screw things up,” Silas’ last warning reverberated throughout his room as his voice screamed of an impending danger.

One after the other, he watched the men evacuating his space.

Peeking at them through the window until they had gone, he swiftly ran to the door, bolting it with all his might as he was afraid of having another encounter with Silas.

Satisfied, he crashed on his bed deep in thoughts as the events replayed in his memory.

Fear consumed him and it didn’t take long before beads of sweat started tickling from his forehead to his bedsheets, soiling it.

He was in deep shit.

He couldn’t refuse the offer, yet, he found it hard to accept an offer.

It was like a gigantic burden was placed upon his fragile shoulders, weighing him down.

He felt like running away, but Silas threat wouldn’t stop ringing in his head, warning him to be careful of his choices.

Tears gathered around Ray’s eyes as reality started to kick in gradually.

He was all the bad things anyone could think of, but not a cold-blood murder.

He wasn’t a monster like Rosa and her uncle

He regretted accepting the deal with Rosa.

His wretched life was better and more peaceful than what he encountered.

Fuck.

There was no going back even if it didn’t please him to take another’s life.

Brushing the regrets aside, he began to accommodate the idea.

Delving deeper into wild thoughts, his survival method kicked in.

It was either the mistress dies or he dies.

“The evil mistress must go down.” He concluded, bracing himself for the mission ahead.

Meanwhile, she wasn’t a saint.

After much deliberation, Ray grabbed a paper, spreading it before dropping a whitish substance in it. When he was done, he carefully folded it and placed it on the table before keeping the substance in his safe.

“The evil mistress must go down!”