Chapter 82: Red car, cold anger
Elias’s POV
My husband saw a car and knew Roman was here.
How does he know Roman’s car? Do I have to burn it? Do I need to cause an accident?
I turn around to leave, and my next step is stopped by a hand around my arm.
I take a deep breath before I turn my head to look at the owner of the hand.
It’s Noah.
"I want to see him" he says. He is looking straight into my eyes. Determined and demanding.
His beautiful blue eyes that were heavy-lidded with barely hidden desire are now bitter. His lashes are stuck together with water from the lake. He’s looking at me like he’s willing to fight. And it’s all because of another man.
He’s fighting for a man who might not walk out of my family home alive. The same man whose father tried to rape him.
"Noah" I say his name through my teeth. It’s a clear warning. Take your hand off me.
"You said you’d do anything I wanted" Noah’s hand around my arm tightens and I look at it.
His hands are pink from his earlier activities. They are weak and I shrug them off. But I don’t.
He should have more sense than this.
"You said..."
"I know what I said" I snap at him with a low growl.
How brainwashed is this omega? I wrap my fingers around his wrist and throw his hand off me.
"I know what I fucking said to you" I say again. I don’t care that we’re outside the mansion and there are maids watching us.
They have never seen me struggle with a possession. They have never seen me argue with a watch. They have never heard me snarl at a rock. Yet, look at what this blonde hair omega is doing to me.
"Then let me see him, I won’t do anything. I just want to see Roman" Noah says desperately.
I stare at him like he’s nothing but a vacuum cleaner acting out of control.
"Go to my room" I say and he shakes his head. That head shake snaps something in me and I grab his neck before I can think.
He lets out a choked shout of surprise as his Adam’s Apple bob against my palm.
"I own you and you do what I say" I pull him close to my body and his pink lips part in a silent scream.
"When I say walk, you fucking walk. When I say go, you go where I send, do you understand?" I snarl. I shake his body as he stares at me with horror filled wide eyes.
Yes.
He looks like he’s seeing death in the flesh. And that’s what I am. I will rather he fears me than he sees that man.
"Do you understand me, angel?" I ask and he nods frantically.
"Use your fucking word-" my sentence end when someone pulls me off my husband and punches me across the face.
I’m stunned by the hit. My lip bursts open. I stagger backwards and let go of Noah.
When I catch myself, I see another man with his arms around my husband, and my husband is struggling to catch his breath.
"Shh...it’s Noah, you’re okay" Roman Stiles says softly. He’s comforting and hugging Noah to his chest.
I stand and stare at them. It feels like I am a spectator watching from outside my body. I black out on my feet for five seconds.
Someone will die.
Roman punched me. Roman is hugging Noah. Noah is letting him touch him. And it’s all happening in my territory.
The coldness around my heart doubles. My rushing blood seems to drop in temperature, and I take the first step forward.
Someone has to die.
"Elias" my mother’s icy voice calls and I stop in my tracks.
My hands are shaking and alpha is quiet but raging. I hold my mother’s eyes and he shakes his head. Telling me not to move.
I am not an impulsive man. I never lose my head. I turn my head to look at the two of them again.
"I’m getting you out of here soon, I promise" Roman is saying to my husband. And my husband, shaken and frozen, is looking at me.
I look at my hand and realize what I just did.
Fuck.
I touched him like those people did. I touched Noah. I touched him in a way that would trigger him.
"Mr. Stiles, I think you’re done enough consoling. The meeting continues" my mother says in a cold voice and Noah pushes himself away from Roman.
The omega walks into the building with his head held up and no one following him.
"Come on, Eli" mom says and I follow him.
I walk behind Roman Stiles with my hands by my sides. My eyes are focused on the center of his head, imagining what a bullet would do. Imagining the way his hair will clump together with dried blood.
We stop in front of the meeting room, and my mother stops outside the door. He gestures for Roman to go in first but holds me back.
"Where is your head, Elias?" he asks softly.
"Right here" I say.
It’s a lie. My head is not here. My head is murdering Roman and burning his dead body in his car.
"We have business and your focus is needed, my little pocket watch" he says, adjusting my collar and patting my shoulders.
"My head is here" I say again with more aggressiveness.
We enter the room together and I take my seat across from Damien who raises his brow at me. A silent ’what happened to you?’
"The Stiles boy returned my slaves" my father starts and I nod. I said I’m here but I’m not.
What is Noah doing right now? Is he trying to jump out of a window again? I’ll change my window.
"And he’s mourning his father’s unfortunate death" dad adds with a mock sad expression on his face.
He doesn’t give a fuck about the governor’s death. None of us at this table gives a fuck.
"What business do you have for my family, Stiles?" I ask, going to the direct part of this meeting.
"I want Noah’s freedom" he says.
"Freedom?" I repeat the word. Leaning forward on the table with my fingers interlinked. It’s a way to stop myself from taking his life on the spot.
"You took him from his home. You messed up innocent people’s home and we haven’t seen or heard from Governor Goldsmith in a long time" he says.
"Ah...Goldsmith" my father laughs.
Governor Goldsmith is busy touring places where he won’t be recognized. He has an assistant who has been sleeping with him while his wife is forgotten in a hospital.
We want Goldsmith dead, but for now, he is off our target board.
"I don’t know what is funny about what you’ve done" Roman says when my father won’t stop laughing.
"Winslow needs a leader and Noah Goldsmith is perfect" the righteous dog says and I get up.
"There is no Noah Goldsmith" I say with a fed-up tone.
I am fucking fed up.
"And Noah Deus is my husband, Stiles" I say coldly. The air leaves the room as I put my hands behind my back.
Not taking my warning, Roman gets up and matches my posture. He bears his teeth at me like he’s a match for me.
"If you come for what’s mine again, Stiles" I say, pausing to make sure he’s listening to me.
"I will not respect rules. I will drain you of every drop of blood. I will rip out your heart. And I will have your dead body carried out of here" I tell him and Damien starts to laugh.
My brother tips his head back and laughs with the thrill of a maniac.
"Fine then, watch out for me. Deus" Roman growls before storming out of the room.
I wipe the blood from my busted lip off with the back of my hand.
"Sit, Death. We have work in South Korea" my father says with a serious voice, and I force myself to sit.
I can cool off before I see Noah again...if I’ll get the chance to see him before I go.