From Frying Pan to Strange Fire

At this point, Roman’s curiosity was at its peak. Whatever was making Williams this agitated was definitely going to be worth it. For a moment, he glanced at Mrs Elvin and caught her glaring fiercely at Trevor.

He shifted his gaze to Trevor, who was already opening the envelope. Somehow, even though the guy was moving at a normal pace, Roman still felt like he was moving too slow, and that was because of his heightened curiosity.

The envelope finally gave way, leaving the small piece of paper that it contained. Trevor opened the paper only to find nothing on it. He turned it to check the other side and it was the same.

“It’s blank.” He revealed, lifting his confused eyes to Williams, who didn’t look surprised. However, as soon as the words left Trevor’s lips, his face contorted in pain, and he staggered backwards, letting out a groan as he bent over and fell on his knees.

Roman sprang to his feet. “What is happening to him?” He asked, glaring at Williams.

“Exactly what would have happened to your wife if she had opened that letter. Only, unlike Trevor, she wouldn’t survive it. She would be dead in less than three minutes because this was made with her in mind. The paper is coated with axantrifa, and the reason she wants you to deliver it is so that you can watch her die.” Williams explained.

In no time, Roman was before Mrs Elvin, his pheromones blazing due to how angry he was. Unlike the other time when she fought Williams hand on her neck, this time she couldn’t do much fighting when Roman pulled her up from the ground harshly and grabbed her neck. At that point, even the air she was breathing in that office space was against her.

“Boss, please. Don’t kill her. She is Madam’s mother. Madam will not be happy.” Trevor spoke in between groans, and Roman threw him a dirty look, catching him shaking his head in disagreement.

“No! Go ahead and kill me, you monster. If you escape this one, you will not escape the next one, I promise you.” Mrs Elvin forced herself to say, glaring fiercely at Roman.

It took all the self control he had learned and mastered for a long time for Roman not to tighten his grip and end the miserable life of the omega. Knowing again that Joan had some kind of love for the vile woman made him keep his blood thirst tamed.

He let go of her neck and immediately grabbed her hands as he dragged her away from the office. Williams followed him, wondering what was running through his mind.

His brows slowly rose when he realized Roman was taking her to the underground dungeon attached to the house.

“You think this will save you? Locking me up will not save you. You will never be happy, and neither will you have any form of peace in this life, Roman Gavriel.” Mrs Elvin yelled when she was thrown into one of the cells and the door was shut. She grabbed the iron bars and shot a dagger look at Roman, who was already walking away after locking the door. “Whether you kill me or not, you will never have Joan. She will soon find out the monster you are and she will walk away from your life and someone else will kill her without fail. It is certain. Mark my words, bastard.”

Roman turned around when she mentioned that someone else would kill Joan, but he stopped himself from going back to her. Williams, however, who had been leaning on the opposite wall from her, moved to the place Roman kept the key and retrieved it.

He unlocked the cell and walked in, then landed her a slap that knocked her out instantly, shutting her up. She fell to the floor and passed out.

“She’s not dead. I just needed her to shut up.” Williams explained, catching the questioning look on Roman’s face.

Roman turned back around and walked away from the dungeon, going back to the office. He met Trevor trying to stand up when he arrived. Trevor was no longer groaning, but that didn’t stop him from throwing the the guy a concerned look.

“I’m fine, boss.” Trevor answered the unspoken question before moving his attention to Williams. “I am not a test monkey, Alpha Williams. Why would you use me to carry out your experiment? Do you know how painful that was?”

“You didn’t die, did you?” Williams asked, going to sit right opposite Roman.

“So what if I didn’t die? Why didn’t you open the letter yourself?” Trevor threw back.

“I wanted to, but the crazy woman didn’t let me.” Williams answered.

“Then you should have found someone else.”

“No one was closer to this place but you. Now stop whining like a little baby, will you?” Williams scolded, fixing his attention on Roman, who hadn’t said anything for a while. “You stopped yourself from killing her. You never think twice about killing someone you already moved to kill. Your wife sure has a huge influence over you. Do you know what that means, Rome? You now have a weakness.”

“Have you heard from Daniel?” Roman, instead of responding to Williams, asked Trevor.

“Yes, boss. He called last night. They arrived at Camparo and the hotel safely.” Trevor answered, giving the report he couldn’t last night because of the fight between Roman and Williams.

“Send more men to Camparo and make sure they all stay out of her sight.” Roman ordered.

“Yes, boss.” Trevor nodded, taking out his phone and walking out of the office.

“I am still confused about something, Rome. Why did you allow her to travel with public transportation if you care so much about her safety?” Williams probed, feigning thoughtfulness.

“Make yourself useful, Liam. Go find out why her other sides are concealed.” Roman said.

“Elena is on it already.”

“Then find something else to do instead of bothering me.”

“Bothering you gives me joy. Why would I do anything else? That’s why I can’t let you die. Who will I bother if you’re not here?” Williams asked.

“Go find your mate and bother her.”

Williams let out a sigh. “Unfortunately that is not possible. I already gave away my right to have or meet my mate.”

“Good then. You should die single since your first line of thought last night was to kill my wife.” Roman stood up and walked away from the office, leaving a smile on Williams’ face.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.