Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 60: _ Vampire Prisoners

"Aceco?" Beowulf tilted his head.

Rhett nodded and was about to speak when Darius cut him off. "This is very much unbelievable, Rhett! You’re such a cunning man! I brought up going to Aceco earlier at the meeting as my very much valuable advice and what did you do..."

Rhett shut his eyes briefly and clenched his fists. He should keep it together. He really should.

"You stood up against me." Darius took steps closer to him. "You made me seem like an unreasonable man who wants to put Aceco in danger. But now, in private, you suggest the same thing? You sure are one smart man!"

Rhett looked up at him. "Or maybe I am reasonable enough to want to hold back and not jeopardize someone else’s life when we clearly had other choices now."

"So, we don’t have other choices to explore now, do we? Or you are just a cunning man putting up a principled and devoted man facade!" Darius spat. "Maybe when you wedded and fucked that granny, you just wanted to satisfy your dark fantasy under the guise of devotion. As you are doing now!" He pushed Rhett by the shoulder.

That was enough for all hell to break loose. Rhett sent him a bad punch in his jaw which caused the man to stumble back and nearly drop down in shock.

"You want to know what my dark fantasies are? It’s gutting you and seeing what your guts look like!" Rhett screeched over Darius who was holding his now bleeding jaw, enraged.

Darius roared after recovering from the shock and pounced on Rhett, attempting to fall him down. He was, however, no match for Rhett.

Rhett effortlessly dodged the jump and the beta landed just right on the floor with his nose scrunched and damaged.

"Don’t push it, Darius. You don’t have to agree with me but don’t come for me." Standing above him with fury blaring in his eyes, Rhett warned.

Beowulf had been watching the fight without interruption until Rhett was done. Immediately Rhett adjusted his clothes and turned back to him, he landed a straight blow on Rhett’s nose.

"That’s for daring to fight in my presence." He breathed. "As for your proposition, it’s denied. We won’t be going to Aceco. We have the captured vampires in the dungeon. I will go torture the truth out of them myself tonight. You are dismissed."

Had Beowulf not been the Alpha and had authority over them all, Rhett might have broken every limb in his body. However, he knew better than to attack the Alpha.

A scoff that did little to hide disdain faintly escaped his mouth. "If that’s how you want it, then fine, Alpha. We will be expecting information at the headquarters by morning. We need something to work on. It is evident we don’t have that now."

He was about to turn around and leave when he heard Darius clearing his throat. "Know something, Rhett. No one who has ever raised their hands on me leaves unscathed."

Bloody coward; Rhett thought.

All he ever did was hide behind the Alpha, manipulate him, and leach off him. He wasn’t worth any more of his attention. So, after halting for a split second, Rhett took his leave.

As soon as he stepped outside and the night’s air blew on him, most of his anger went with it. He had totally forgotten about the vampire prisoners they had.

He would never have thought of risking going to Aceco had he considered that they could milk some information out of those pestilences. Yet, his guts told him that Beowulf might fail.

They might just have to go to Aceco.

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When he returned to the station, Farkas wouldn’t stop questioning him about how he got his bruises.

Rhett wouldn’t tell him though. There was no way in hell that he could talk about what the Alpha and his stupid Beta did without sounding like he could throw a spear into both of their hearts anytime soon.

"We have bigger problems than my face, Farkas. Let’s face them." He groaned as he sank into his seat.

Farkas knew better than pressing on but trusted his friend to be relentlessly adamant. "We will have even bigger problems without you on deck, Rhett. Did you get in trouble with the Alpha? Look, I know you don’t like him but..."

"Can we focus on work, Farkas? Said I’m fine!"

The snap came out harsher than he intended but Farkas ought to know when to stop.

"Okay." He gave up. "How about that boy? Liam?"

The mention of Liam made Rhett remember other things. Like how that boy watched Isleen dress up. Like Isleen herself. Like how hard she made him.

"I’ll go take his statement myself after he returns from school today." He said.

Little did he know that a call would come in to report an incident at the school. The same school where Isleen taught. Where Liam attended.

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After he gathered some soldiers and they arrived at the school, he was hoping that this murder would be the same as the previous ones.

Hoping that there’d be a connection to them. Hoping that they only had one psychotic killer in the pack, and not just more.

Yet, when he saw the deceased body, he couldn’t help but think that this was done by another culprit.

The flesh was intact. There were no bite marks. It seemed like someone cut his neck open with a sharp weapon.

Whatever the weapon was, an autopsy would tell that.

The deceased didn’t seem to have a connection with the deaths they had recorded too. The only one he could see was that he was a teacher at Liam’s school.

And somehow, Liam was engaged with the missing family’s case and the attack at the restaurant too. His brother was there and lost his life there.

Also, Rhett had caught the boy watching his adopted mother dress up.

Something was most definitely odd about the boy. It didn’t help that he was the only thing that could be termed as a connection to those deaths.

Even though he knew that he was just a kid, Rhett made him the top one suspect on his list regarding these cases.