The Blood Harem-Three Fates

Chapter 4

Eleanor watched the car disappear into the night. Her shoulders sagged with exhaustion.

“ Didn't you say he was alone?” A masculine voice rang out, startling her. 

She turned to face the owner of the voice, her head dipped into a bow. 

A blow landed across her face. Her weight falling backwards as she landed on the rumpy floor. She vomited blood, her face pale as white sheet. 

The figure lowered to meet her height, “ next time, give an accurate information” he gritted out, his voice menacingly low. 

Eleanor bowed with a nod as she avoided eye contact. 

“ He is with the merchant, should we pursue?” One of the men asked the figure, a layer of fear and doubt hidden beneath his question. 

Everyone kept mute, pin drop silence consuming all of them. A smile crept to Caedmon’s face. there was no need! 

His eyes flashed with greed, sooner or later, he was going to get his hands on that treasure. 

He glanced at the woman on the floor with disdain, “spread the news. Lady Lila and Freya had gone missing” he dropped and walked away, sliding into his limousine and drove off, following after the black car. 

Eleanor clenched her fist. Her nails digging into her palms. She forced her weak body up, her gaze fixed on the two ladies cradled together. 

“ Bundle them into the dungeon”she ordered, her gaze lingering on Lila , a flash of recognition. 

“ Yes!” The men echoed and grabbed onto the ladies, dragging them into a chopper, an old early 80’s transportation system. 

Lila let out muffled screams, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to keep her body covered. 

A slap landed on her cheek, “ fucking slut, behave!” One of the men barked at her. His voice like a dangerous hum reverberated through her. Her limbs went weak, hopelessness seeping into her as she let herself be dragged into the chopper.  

Eleanor followed behind, her shoes echoed against the gravel-like floor. 

Meanwhile, back at the bar. Allistair sat down on a round sofa in the VIP quarter, his eyes resting on the crowd of people that danced to the deafening bar music. 

“ We need to leave” he said for the umpteenth time, shaking his legs frantically. 

Kieran smirked, “ you protected me from Tyron’s men. You can't possibly be scared of a little fight,huh?” 

“ Tyron's men had no guns” he deadpanned making Kieran let out an ‘oh’

“ Do you think …they would stop if I manage to get hold of anything this key unlocks?” 

“ No” Kieran answered, twirling his wine glass, his gaze fixed on Allistair’s worried face. 

“Power remains in the hands of the most powerful” Kieran pressed out, his gaze distant, almost like he was thinking. 

“ The rich are targeted more than the poor. Whatever it unlocks would give you power and more trouble” he added. 

Allistair sighed, his brows slightly gathered as he downed a glass of whiskey. The bitter taste quenching the uneasiness that arose within him. 

He flashed Kieran a quick suspicious glance, why was he helping him? It couldn't just be because of his uncle right ? Maybe he also had interest in whatever this thing held. 

“ Ah, here you are” a masculine voice came through, melancholic and frightening. 

Familiar! 

Allistair's thoughts twirled back to the same day his parents had disappeared. He had heard such rich, melancholic voice. 

“Hand over the piece” the voice had demanded. 

“ It's not yours to claim. Leave” Astharoth said, banging his iron staff on the ground. 

The rich voice erupted with a throaty laughter, “ you are just a pawn who discovered something amazing with a dead fellow. Be good and hand over the key to the safe” 

“ Allistair…Alistair!” Kieran called out. 

Allistair sat up, his eyes wide as he was brought back to reality. 

“ Meet Caedmon. My fellow merchant” Kieran pressed with a smile. 

Allistair forced a smile, his lashes fluttering with suspicion. Caedmon wore a black senate trouser with a long jacket that ran to his knees. His face was scarred. The line running from his forehead down to his ear. 

He had a dark hair, his eyes terrifying dark with a pale lips but one thing was clear, he was absurdly handsome. 

He nodded towards him, unease settling in the pit of his stomach. Just how bad could things get? He had recently been exposed to more people than he had met his entire life. 

Kieran's gaze fell on Allistair’s throat. It pulsed with fear. 

“ We need your help getting into Aufrigad. Something of importance in there” Keiran dropped, not interested in beating around the bush. 

Caedmon smiled, “ nothing good comes free merchant” 

“ How can we trust you won't betray us?” Allistair asked, his brows gathered. 

“ You don't” 

“ You don't” 

The two dropped at the same time, frustrating him. 

“ how much to help him?” Keiran asked, relaxing a bit as he awaited Caedmon’s price with interest. 

Caedmon smirked, “ five hundred bitcoins” he dropped, his expression serious. 

A smirk slowly crept to Kieran's lips at the amount. As expected of Caedmon. 

Allistair's gaze trembled, “ bit…bitcoin??” He asked, his voice cracking from the amount. 

If he had that much money, he would hand over the damn key to whoever needs it and spend his days eating in the embrace of beautiful, curvy women!

Why would he need to know what the key hid? 

“ I don't…I don't have that much” he said, flashing Keiran a pleading gaze. 

“ I could help” Keiran chirped in, a smirk on his face. 

Allistair’s gaze fell on him, his ears perked up with interest. 

“ But nothing good comes free” Keiran added, earning a small chuckle from Caedmon. 

“ I don't have money” Allistair said through gritted teeth. “ You owe me, you have to help me” 

Keiran shook his head, “ Tyron's men would have only dubbed me off some cash.Nothing compared to this” 

Allistair lowered his gaze. Indeed, Tyron's men didn't want to kill him, they just wanted to defraud him of some money which he happened to stop. Five hundred bitcoins was a lo

t of money, so much money. 

“ Fine” he gritted out, “ what do you want?” 

“ Sleep with me”

Allistair froze.