Patro’s eyes flickered. He was dumbfounded.
What Malakai had just done, he didn’t expect it. Was he insane?
He slowly lifted his head to et Malakai’s gaze, a smile drawn on the man’s face.
"What do you think you just did?" he questioned, voice vibrating.
Malakai watched him predatorily. "What do you think I just did, Patro?" he questioned him back.
Patro’s body trembled, and so did his hands which proceeded to clench into such tight fists, his knuckles turned paper white.
"You—"
"Shh." Malakai shushed him and walked over the table until he could stand before the man he was just about three inches taller than. He stared at him and cocked an eyebrow. "What did you think was going to happen, Patro? That I would stand and watch you humiliate my wife for your own pleasure?"
He let out a soft chuckle, amused. "That’s not possible. No man who adores his wife would let that happen, not even if it costs him his life. I think you should understand that. That’s your woman over there, right?"
He nodded towards Herla who was by the door of the restaurant and Patro followed his gaze. "Would you stand and watch humiliate her? If so, I’ll allow you to do the sa, but then you’ll also allow to do the sa to her. How does that sound?"
"Malakai, you don’t know who you’re ssing with," Patro warned, eyes burning with animosity. "You don’t know what you’re doing—"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Malakai questioned him and gripped him by the chin. "Look at you. Do you think I’m the sa Malakai who couldn’t do anything when you shot his sister and watched her bleed to death? Things are different now. I’m not beneath you, not anymore. What you’re capable of, I am equally or even better capable of. But I don’t think your empty skull has registered that."
He tapped his knuckle on his skull and glanced at Eve. "Tell if I’m wrong, but in your head now, you are thinking of ways to hurt Eve for this. You see, that’s what irritates about you, Patro. You are only ever so brave when you’re faced with an oga. What I just did to you has nothing to do with Eve, neither is it her fault. I did it because I personally wanted to humiliate you, I’ve been wanting to, for a while, and you deserved it."
"This is man to man, alpha to alpha, so—" He hunched slightly enough to level Patro’s gaze and his lips arrowed into a grin. "—Leave Eve out of this thing between you and I. Co at if you’re confident. I dare you, Patro."
Patro was fuming inside, but he held his gaze. He didn’t say a word, but his lips angled into a murderous smile. "You don’t know what you’re involving yourself into, Malakai. This is between Eve and I, so back off."
"No," Malakai responded, grinning emotionlessly. "This is your entire family versus the both of us. After all, I have a score to settle with you."
"Fuck you!" Patro spat at him. He snapped his gaze towards Eve. "Is this it? He makes you feel confident, huh? Untouchable, huh? You think you’re all powerful now?"
Eve shrugged. "He’s perfect. Everything I want and have ever wanted."
"Ah, hahaha," Patro laughed and turned towards Malakai. "Aren’t you ashad?"
"And of what?" Malakai arched a brow.
"You are infatuated with soone else’s mate!"
"Uh-uh, ex-mate. Correct yourself."
Patro gritted his teeth. "You are gaining nothing from this, you know. You will never be her first in anything. And my mark is on her, so she’s not even yours."
Malakai’s cold large figure towered over him. "Your point?"
"You amuse , Malakai," he said. "Do you know she’s carrying my child too?"
Bile imdiately rose to Eve’s throat and she spoke before Malakai could, "Correction, was."
Both n looked at her.
"aning?"
"I am no longer carrying your child," Eve responded with a straight cold face. "Yes, I got rid of the child like you wanted. So, no, I am not."
"How dare you—"
"What?" She shot up from the seat. "You didn’t want it anyway. You said you couldn’t care less about it. Patro, you wanted it to die along with , so why do you care now?"
Malakai who was watching her, smirked and bit his lip, a satisfied look on his face.
Patro shook violently on the spot, but then he shrugged. "I don’t care. I ant it when I said I couldn’t care less."
"Good," Eve pointed.
Malakai tapped Patro on the shoulder and smiled in the cruelest manner the man could ever glimpse. There was pure hatred burned into that grin. He said, "We’ll et again, Patro. You better hold up to your own side of the bargain, because if you don’t, I’ll kill you and I couldn’t give a fuck what would happen to after."
He patted him on the cheek, turned, and grabbed Eve’s hand to leave the restaurant.
Patro watched them. He was unmoving. The look on his face was chilling, enough that neither Herla nor the waiters were willing to co close to him.
His expression was almost sinister.
"Not if I kill you first," he mumbled under his breath and plucked his ringing phone out of his pocket.
"Dad?"
[Where are you, Patro?]
"Doing clean up," he bit out. "You have nothing to worry about. Our reputation will be perfectly fine by tomorrow."
[aning what? What have you done?]
He relaxed back against the chair and crossed his legs. "I made a deal with Eve, a very interesting one, actually. I’ll be giving her father in return."
[Patro!—]
"I know what I’m doing, Dad. I’m not stupid, you know," Patro humd. "Eve may be smart, but she’s not unbeatable, and certainly not even now that she has Malakai. This ga is mine to win. So let handle it."
[Patro, don’t overestimate yourself! Stop taking actions without my consent, without telling first. Her father is the only leverage we have against her. Our trump card, and you’re—]
"Trust , Dad," he breathed. "This one ti. Watch how I’ll beat her at her own ga."
He ended the call before the man could say another word and smiled at Herla who was finally starting to approach him.
"Shall we go ho? Have so fun?"
Herla blinked rapidly, having not expected the suggestion. But she nodded. "Yes, my love."
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