IN THE CAGE

3. LOYALTIES

...Ace POV's...

Very disappointing is the summary for the situation that happened today. Very disappointing and very messed up. I was really stressed out when I knew the person kidnapped by my bodyguard was the wrong person. Indira must have married Evan somewhere and I couldn't stop her.

Stress builds up in my head and the presence of a Fawnia Alder who challenges me with his dying brave eyes irritates me even more. The girl made the emotions piling up on my chest ready to explode. I was very angry and it was a reasonableness for me to vent it to my people. But back then, instead of venting my tantrums at the very idiot Carcel, I saw Fawn as an object that would be able to replace my sandbag.

He's there, with a clean body without a stain. Touching her made my whole emotions overflow and be replaced by blind passion. I can't remember how many times I did it, making him scream in pain and fear. I really enjoyed the fear that those eyes showed. Right, just like that someone should be looking at me. Fearful.

Fawn is a virgin, I felt it when I entered it.

In my heart, I feel sorry for him. But, after remembering what had happened today, my emotions returned again. He deserves this. His own fault has brought him before me. He had to pay for the failure I accepted.

It's still not much.

"Let me die."

His words back then made me roll my eyes again. Why is this girl so obsessed with death? Was he programmed only to die on a mission? She was so brave when she asked me to kill her, and to be honest, it was pretty sexy. I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe it's true that I'm a psychopath. I like the frightened view.

For a while, I will keep it as my entertainment.

Time showed me at nine o'clock the night I left Fawn for Felix. The butler in my house rushed into my room and brought some people to remodel the contents of my room. I won't let Fawn have access to hurt me or hurt herself. I'll tame it.

While I was walking leisurely towards the living room, the phone that was inside my sleeping vest shook. The name of Margaret-Margot-my sisters is on the screen. Margot must have heard the news about the successful cooperation between the Caspian and Rashid families. Those two bastards are so thirsty to tear down my throne.

"Hello?" I answered the call reluctantly.

"Why did this happen? What did you do until the situation got like this?" Margot's voice grabbed me hard.

"Isn't it clear?" I said as I watched the waiter go in and out and take my collection of antique jars out of the room. "Someone leaked my plans to Anggara."

"Well, what do you mean Anggara has a spy in our family?" margot's voice grew agitated.

My poor brother, he must be very angry. As the person responsible for recruiting every worker in this house, Margot must feel responsible if there is an intruder among us all.

"He knew my plan before I executed him. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

"Buck, motherfucker, motherfucker!" margot's voice out of control was heard in my ears. I can imagine the woman exploding again and scattering the things around her.

"I'm sorry, Ace." Margot's sound of rage died down. "I seem to be negligent in watching over our workers."

"You don't have to apologize" I said. Although somewhat upset, I will not blame Margot if our employees deviate. After all, loyalty is not something that is easy to get. 

Oh, speaking of loyalty, it looks like Fawn has been handled by Felix. The butler wearing the monocle came out of my room and nodded. Hinted to me that the situation inside was safe.

Fawn, that girl has impressive loyalty. I wonder what the Rashid family did to the point that Fawn became willing to die in the vanguard.

"Anyway, I'll deal with this matter as soon as possible." Margot caught my attention again. "Just calm down, whoever betrayed our family will never survive."

"I trust you with that task" I replied calmly. If it's Margot, the search is the specialist. He could find the disgrace that your ancestors had accumulated hundreds of years ago if he wanted to.

"Oh," I suddenly remembered something.

"What's wrong?" ask Margot standby.

"Can you get me another one?"

"Who?"

I stood up from the living room sofa and sailed towards my room. "Fawnia Alder's."

Towards the woman who was now wearing black training clothes, lying down with one handcuffed to the head of the bed. His pair of chocolate beads looked at me hatefully. That pair of chocolate beads will be my entertainment now.

"Don't look at me like that, you make me want to touch you."

"Take me off!" He still hasn't given up. Well, I don't think he's going to shut up that fast. Let's ignore the whining now and focus on the job. I turned on the computer in the corner of the room and started working.

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Time showed me at three in the morning when I got off my bench. My back feels sore and stiff due to sitting too long. Even my eyes, perhaps from staring at the computer screen for too long, became dry. I wanted to sleep, but when I saw Fawn in my bed, my steps slowed.

It feels quite foreign to have someone else sleeping in the same room as me. But knowing she was handcuffed safely there, my alertness dropped. Fawn won't hurt me, at least not now. Not when his body might be in gripping pain.

First experiences are always painful. Especially when I do it with coercion. I understand Fawn's body condition will be very bad now, mentally the same. I don't know why I don't feel sympathy at all. 

This girl is Anggara's outcast pawn, sooner or later, I'll throw her away too.

He means nothing to me.

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A kick woke me up.

Motherfucker!

As fast as lightning, I opened my eyes, pulled my gun from under the bed and pointed it at the head of the girl who was now looking at me with wide eyes stunned.

"Good morning," he said, the eyes implying no-friendliness at all. This crazy girl! I forgot he was next to me.

"Are you looking to die?" How dare he kick me. Did he forget who I was?

"If kicking you could bring me to meet death, then I would gladly kick you again." Fawn-the girls tried to lift her kick again on my waist. I caught her ankles strong and looked at her deeply full of warning.

How can I forget that this girl is not afraid of death.

"Forget about death, I'll give you the pleasure of not being able to walk for the next three days, how?"

"My grandmother's pleasure!" Fawn pulled her leg out of my grip.

"If you don't want to kill me, take these handcuffs off now. I'm going to the toilet, motherfucker!" He came back screaming.

"Huh, that's right." I grinned faintly when I saw her wrists being flushed red from blisters and traces of blood. That girl, is she trying to forcibly remove her hand from there? Really stubborn.

"Looks like you need a chain that's more convenient than that." I muttered while brushing my hair back. The bells on the table I took and I clinked. Not long after that, a servant entered my room.

"Open his handcuffs and watch over him" I ordered.

I stood up and took a sleeping robe. I wore it on my body before it passed leaving Fawn who, although not as aggressive as yesterday, still had dirty words coming out of her mouth.

"Fuck up! Don't touch me! I can walk by myself! You're all in this house, I hope you're all burned to death!"

It seems that the girl's stamina has returned. He became very hyperactive with all his insults and curses. Who would have thought that she was the same girl who used to stand next to Indira with a polite and kind smile?

After leaving the room, I leisurely sauntered into an empty room not far from my room. I made orders for my servants to prepare for my needs, and when I finished preparing myself for work. A servant came and conveyed the presence of someone who wanted to meet me.

That man is Jack Hunter. I got out of the room and immediately headed towards the discussion room located on the second floor balcony. Facing the cityscape that stretched out beneath the foothills, my uncle stood up while sipping a cigarette in his left hand.

"Uncle," I said calmly, not wanting to surprise him with my sudden appearance.

The middle-aged man with the black leather jacket turned his head towards me. His eyes swooped in. It's like holding back the frustration. I wouldn't be surprised at what the reason behind that frustration is.

Without giving a response to my greeting, as I had expected, Uncle Jack's hand lifted and punched me in the face. His extremely violent punch was like waking up all my nerves that were previously as calm as water in the mountains. I heat up to withstand the rampage.

"What did I say about completing your task well, Ace?!"

"I'm sorry" that's all I can say. In reality, no matter what reason I had, I had indeed failed.

"Do you think apologizing would make the situation worse? Don't you know, because of your failure yesterday, the two biggest families in the south forged an official alliance. Their strength is as great as yours now."

"..." - ".I did not give any response other than to remain silent and accept my uncle's rampage.

It was a mistake that put me in a position of loss. I made my opponent have a chance to take me down, and it was a stupid move.

"If you're so eager to avenge your Mom and Dad's death, you better fix this situation as best you can, Ace. Stop messing!" Uncle Jack pushed me once more before turning towards the balcony. Both of his hands were propped up on the fence while he buried his face full of pressure. 

"You know the reason I'm still letting you live right now is all for my brother, right? If it wasn't for me wanting Harkin to get his justice, I'd kill you right now."

"I'll find the man who killed my father, Uncle. Just relax."

I convinced Uncle Jack it wasn't because I was confident in my abilities. I just knew sooner or later, the figure that wiped out my parents would come to the surface. They won't be able to keep quiet after seeing my company become even more brilliant. Those bastards, wherever he hides, in the Spades or in the Clubs, I'll find him.

"I heard you arrested the wrong person yesterday."

"That's how."

"I also heard you didn't eliminate him." My uncle's face was full of anxiety. He doesn't seem to like me playing around with my victims. He was always serious and wanted me to focus. Sometimes, getting pressure from him makes me so nervous.

"I'll keep it as my toy" I said. Responding to uncle's words in a light tone. "He's pretty funny."

I'll keep it, play with it and then after that, I'll kill it.

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