CHAPTER 58: 58: CONVERSATION

Sue

"I really don’t:" I muttered while folding my arms. I was starting to feel a little closed in cause they were standing on both sides of me and their presence was quite large on its own.

I had a lot of questions to ask, however I feel like asking would make me know more about them, when I’ve gotten to a stage where I’ve decided that I don’t wanna know anything else about them.

I just want them to reject me so that I can leave.

Of course, I won’t return back to my parents’ pack.

Definitely not.

"What happened to your face? I asked you last night but you refused to tell me." Landon questioned and I told them the same thing that I told Damon, and I was quite shocked to see the annoyed expressions on their faces as well.

"I’ll take care of it." Angelo stated and I pursed my lips, not knowing if I was supposed to thank him or not. I decided on just staying silent cause if they didn’t decide to turn me into their slave, I won’t be in this position to begin with.

"Anyways, can I leave now?" I asked, pointedly staring at the grip Landon has around my wrist.

They both shook their heads at the same time.

"We want to get a few things straight." Angelo pointed out and I let out an exasperated sigh, one which they both ignored.

"The reason why we’re keeping you here against your will... it’s cause we need you," he continued and I frowned at him.

"You need me? And yet you’re treating me this way?" I demanded while resisting the urge to laugh.

"You might not believe it, but this whole thing is to protect you." Landon pointed out and this time, I let out a laugh.

"You’re right. I really don’t," I informed him.

What does he think I am? A fool? How the fuck was i supposed to believe something like that?

"Why do you need me? For what?" I asked and Landon glanced away from me while Angelo massaged behind his throat for a few moments.

"It’s a little hard to explain." He finally sighed out and i pursed my lips.

"You can start from the very beginning." I offered and he shook his head after slowly exhaling.

"I think we’ll explain it all to you some other time," he finally let out and I was so disappointed, I leveled him with a flat look.

"Seriously??" I demanded and he rolled his eyes.

"Don’t sass me right now, we have our reasons to be taking our time right now. It’s a sensitive topic." He explained and I let out a long exhale while still feeling disappointed within.

I’d have preferred they tell me whatever it was here and now, instead of leaving me in suspense, cause this would make me constantly think about what it might be till whenever they chose to tell me.

"Well, I guess I’ll leave now," I offered as I got to my feet. Landon was yet to free my wrist and I scowled at him, watching as he got to his feet as well.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowly and I blanched, unsure of if I wanted to laugh or scream right now.

"Are you seriously asking me this right now? Can you see my face? Do I look okay to you?" I muttered and his lips thinned as he averted his gaze.

"Just keep it in mind that this is for your own good." He finally responded but I was too annoyed by his ridiculous response to give him any reply.

When he let go of my wrist, it felt like I was finally able to breathe well. However, before I could take a step towards the door, he was stepping in my line of sight and tugging me into his arms.

My eyes flew open and a gasp caught in my throat when his face went into the curve of my throat, just as he dragged in a deep inhale.

"What are you doing??" I got out after successfully shoving him off me. His eyes were gold for a moment, before turning back to blue in the next moment.

He let out a ragged breath as he dragged a hand across his face, right before he turned away from me.

I was still trying to wrap my head around what just happened when Angelo grabbed my right wrist and lifted my fingers to his lips.

His lips ghosted over my fingers a little, making it feel like they just got seared with hotness, right before I wrenched my hand from his grip and quickly picked up the tray.

"I- I’ll be leaving now." I breathed out and headed for the door straight.

"Wait." Angelo’s voice made me stop in my tracks, but for some reasons, I refused to turn around.

"We’ll be getting married to our betrothed brides tomorrow." He stated and at once, a stab of pain shot through my insides.

When I remained silent, he continued. "Even after we get married, you’ll continue to serve us as our personal slave."

I still remained silent, cause what can I even say?

"You aren’t gonna say anything?" He demanded and I scoffed underneath my breath.

"What can I say? Is anything I say gonna make a difference?" I asked and he responded after a few seconds.

"No."

When I made to leave this time, he didn’t stop me, and I wasn’t sure if that pleased me or not.

I had barely closed the door of their office when I came face to face with Lyla. She was in a see through dress and she gave me a once over, her lips twitching as she brushed past me then knocked on the princes’ office, right before she slid in.

As the door closed after her, anger settled in the pits of my stomach because I already know what was gonna go down in there. They were gonna fuck her like the whores that they were, and they’d all enjoy it.

Ugh.

Well, it’s none of my concern anyway, and I don’t care.

Tomorrow at the wedding, I’d run away, and nothing would stop me. I’ll make sure of it.