Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 230: Mourning

"What?" Vazer asked, his eyes slightly widened in shock as he tightened his fist, trying to hold on to every bit of calm that he could.

"That—" He paused, taking a deep breath and leaning back into his chair as he turned his entire attention to Hayna and Mooza, who sat side by side.

"Javi was indeed with you?" he asked. "For how long?" he asked again, his eyebrows scrunched together as he barely hung on to the calm he pretended to feel by a loose thread.

"Yes! For about an hour!" Hayna responded with an expression that was just as serious, especially since Vazer’s family had just been killed, and she could clearly see that he wasn’t okay, even if he pretended to be.

Unable to imagine what she would have done if it had been her.

"We barely spoke, and the artist who brought the art spoke more, but I am sure!" Hayna concluded, unable to believe that she could have been deceived into not knowing whether or not it was Javi.

"Hayna is right!" Mooza added with a nod of his own. "Javi was definitely with us, and furthermore, we were in his district! How could he have quickly gotten to Masdaw’s district where the survivor is so quickly?" Mooza asked.

Vazer’s first reaction was to lash out as his red eyes narrowed in anger.

"Are you saying that I’m lying? That I was deceived and the person I saw wasn’t Javi but someone pretending to be him?" Vazer opened his mouth to ask in an extremely low voice, even as his eyes were dyed so red they practically seemed on the edge of spitting out flames.

For a second, no one spoke, and even Mooza and Hayna understood that Vazer was on the brink of exploding, even as he sat in his chair with both of his arms clasped together on the huge table.

Dravile, too, understood, but at the same time, he wanted Vazer to get the justice he deserved and couldn’t hold back from speaking.

"Vazer...isn’t it obvious? This was clearly done by the Werewolves!" he said. "The evidence has been stamped into the table at your house!" he pointed out, especially since all of them had sent men over after Vazer informed them of what had happened and demanded an immediate council meeting.

"They are the ones you should be going after instead of Javi!!!" But he was barely done speaking when Javi suddenly opened his mouth and let out a loud chuckle, only to hurriedly raise his hands to cover his mouth, but not before it was heard by everyone.

The others immediately sent him looks of disapproval, but he didn’t even care as he continued to smile, his gaze fixed in Vazer’s direction as he began to speak.

"I apologize! I just can’t imagine that you think I would actually do such a thing! We Reds have no reason to be violent against each other! It’s clear that whoever killed Masdaw is responsible for the deaths in your house!" Javi visibly sighed with a look of concern on his face as he continued. "It’s a good thing that you weren’t home! The last thing we need is to lose another Lord!"

But Vazer didn’t respond, even if the sound of his teeth grinding against each other as he tightened his fists in front of him could be lightly heard.

Vazer wanted to push it and insist that it was Javi, but it was clear what Javi was up to, which meant that even if he pushed, he would simply be doing exactly what Javi was hoping for.

"I agree with Javi! Right now...we should be thinking of getting revenge on the Werewolves. It doesn’t matter who! All of them deserve to pay for the actions of one!" Sasha finally spoke, her red hair even more vibrant than before, the excitement on her face couldn’t be hidden as she banged both hands on the table. "The only thing we need to decide is which lord and how many of them we’re attacking!! They attacked two of ours, so we should attack two of theirs!!" The glee in her eyes made it obvious that she would like to be on the frontline.

Vazer, instead of speaking, simply leaned back into his chair with a slightly lost look in his eyes, barely paying attention to the conversation they were having, only to jump off the chair he sat in a moment later, ignoring the sudden looks that shot his way as he spoke.

"I’m leaving..." he said, turning around and walking towards the door without another word.

Any other day, and none of the other lords would have allowed such blatant disrespect to pass, only for them to nod their heads even if Vazer had already left before he could get their permission to.

The expression on his face was mostly blank as he walked out and headed to where his car was parked. freewёbnoνel.com

He had driven himself, thinking he needed time to think, only for him to pull the car door open to hop into the driver’s seat, only to slam his fists through the glass even before he realized what he was doing.

His expression was wretched with pain and despair, and it wasn’t from the pieces of glass that stuck to his arm.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He was a lord, and the fact that he had just broken the window of his car already showed a classless behavior that Reds shouldn’t have.

But instead of getting in, he simply stood, placing his head on the car, his hands on the broken edges of the window, squeezing against the glass even as it pierced his palms, with blood pouring out of his hands like tears.

Vazer couldn’t cry, but it hurt!!! Wishing a bit that the pain in his hands would somehow dull the one that threatened to crush his chest, but no matter how hard he squeezed, it didn’t help.

As the only images that kept flashing in his mind were those of when he had returned and found his sister’s body and his parents lying dead on the ground.

With a struggle, he pushed himself up and pulled open the door, getting in regardless of the jagged pieces of glass that were scattered around the interior of the car.

Slowly, he started the car and drove off with his eyes wide open and barely any tears to be found there, driving straight to the burial ground where his family’s bodies were to be buried.

He had just stopped the car and gotten out when his men instantly surrounded him, knowing better than to ask him what had happened to the window of his car as one of them handed him a dark coat.

Vazer didn’t care who and neither did he pay any attention as he collected the coat, ignoring the hat that came with it.

The burial grounds were already littered with mighty trees that created enough shade that the sun wouldn’t affect him too much compared to how difficult it would be for a pale-skinned Red to do the same.

One of the guards close to him even held an umbrella up over his own head, which was big enough for Vazer to use but didn’t dare to presume that Vazer wanted it until he asked.

Slowly, Vazer walked forward until he stood in front of three open graves, which had already been covered with elegant white coffins that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

He folded his hands over each other and just stood there in silence, staring at them. His guards knew better than to actually make a sound as nothing could be heard but the whistling of the wind.

Vazer’s eyes were clear as he continued to stand there when a guard who had just arrived suddenly stepped forward with a letter in his hand, which he didn’t dare to hand to Vazer, and neither did he speak until Vazer gave him permission.

"Spit it out! What did he say?" Vazer asked, even as he steadied his breath, his expression softening ever so slightly as he waited for a response, only to jerk his head swiftly to the side with a slightly confused expression in his eyes.

"Cain didn’t say anything after reading the letter?" Vazer asked, his voice cold enough to freeze an ocean, even as the guard he spoke to trembled on his feet, not daring to meet Vazer’s gaze.

Their boss was someone that they had never even trembled in front of. He killed people, but as long as you were his, he wouldn’t touch you. But at that moment, Kelvin knew that if he said the wrong thing, his head would roll to the ground.

"He shook his head, My Lord!" Kelvin said as he continued, wanting to step back but at the same time not daring to. "I don’t understand!!!" he said before tossing the letter back at me," Kevin responded, lowering his head even more as he felt pinpricks against his skin, almost like his neck was in danger.

"He-he said that!" His voice trembled ever so slightly, followed by the crunching of his knuckles as Vazer kept staring at the coffins in the ground.

"Yes, my lord! He wore dark shades, and I couldn’t really see the expression in his eyes!" Kevin added, knowing better than to add that Lord Cain, whom his lord had partnered with, went as far as to shrug nonchalantly when Lord Vazer needed him the most.

The aura wafting from him made it obvious that Vazer would kill even them if they so much as got in the way.

The others weren’t any different as they also lowered their heads.

Vazer’s aura was bloodthirsty, and although none of them could see the expression on his face, they were aware that Vazer was furious...which meant only one thing...the same thing when it came to Reds.

’Someone had to pay!’