Eyes Of Yours

Chapter 23

Belong
...

The epitome of love
is she,

The key to fulfill
is she,

The one they adore
is she,

But she  belongs
to her.

...

" why did you let her go from your
grip? " A man in his twenties gritted her teeth in annoyance. The woman they planned to keep was on the lose,again.

" You need to calm down " The older one smirked and ordered him to sit down. The king was happy for has happened. The game he played with the woman was more than fulfilling.

" Jackson is right, why did you let her go? " Another bulky man spoke, fixing her tuxedo. The king sipped from his glass if whiskey, straight in his throat burning like a fuel.

Refreshing, he wet his lips with his sinful tongue. And smiled again, brushing his hair with his hands he spoke. " I didn't let her go, you and her might think that I did...but no "

" it was already dangerous to be her ally, more to it be her enemy. We shouldn't risk to much " the man in tuxedo blurted.

" oh Taeyong, when did you become so scared?, she's only a woman " the king pointed him with it' fore finger. Insulting him.

" that's the thing, she's a woman " Taeyong argued back

" what's with that?, women are vulnerable, easy to deceive and- " Abaddon was cut off by the man.

" And unpredictable, especially her. She's not just a woman and you know that!. And how can you say that to women when they're the one who made you weak! " Taeyong's irritation consumed him, the king...his uncle rather is now getting into his nerves.

The king looked at him in disbelief. He clenched his jaw and without a doubt punch his nephew. " When did you learn to disrespect me! " Abaddon's voice boomed.

Taeyong and his courage let him stand up and face his so called king. " why?, isn't it true..the reason you do all of tjhis is for revenge! " He shouts from the top of his lungs.

Abaddon found his eyes and stared at it straight,long and torturing. Taeyong hold his neck, for he can't breath. If the hold will not loosen, his breathing will stop in any second. Mercy is by his side today, as the first woman of his life came through, " brother.. " the authority is oozing that it can melt your skin to your bones.

The king let go of his nephew and turned to his adopted sister. Her hair is fixed like a french old lady. Her black cloves that almost reached her elbows covered her hands. Her fitted black dress was meant to wear on a funeral, but it is her everyday choice.

Her wrinkled face shows no emotion for his beloved evil brother, who almost kill her heir. She push the small amount of lose hair blocking her sight.
" My son will not die today. " Her voice was stern and should be obeyed.

" well,well , well..what brings you
here? " Abbadon moved around his table and welcomed his sister with a grin.

" I hoping to catch up with my son, since it's been a while when we last chat " The woman spoke, clutching her hermes pouch.

Taeyong on the other hand is holding his jaw and neck. Pain was inevitable when he's around his uncle's premises.

" you're son is stubborn and
ungrateful " The false king spat as he raised a brow

" what did he do this time " The woman sat and took a glance at Jackson who's now silent.

" Same old reasons " Abbadon trailed off. He leans on his desk and put his arms on his chest. Despite the thousand years that passed, his true physical appearance didn't change. Similar to a vampire who never gets old.