The Master [MxMxM+]

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Alexander was on him before he could even blink twice.

"Where is he?" He demanded. "What do you want with him?"

Alexander packed quite the punch, but he never needed to use it much. Except now, times like this. He broke his nose with the first punch.

Beaumont sputtered and tried to breathe, his eyes watering.

Did he really think Alexander would smile and ask to sit down and talk after he'd said that? He was a fool if he did.

He hurtled to the floor after the punch, clearly not expecting it. Alexander stood over him, then crouched.

"This is nothing compared to what I'll do to you if you've hurt a single hair on his body," he said. "And I'm not only talking about disfiguring your pretty face."

Alexander curled his fingers through Beaumont's hair and pulled it away from his face to look at him. Tight enough to hurt him and render him motionless.

He didn't care that the man under his mercy might as well be royalty in this country, he'd taken Pierre from him, from them. He'd destroy him for that.

"Where is he?" Alexander asked again. He wanted to smash his face into a pulp but that did no good, he wanted answers.

For all he knew, Pierre could be anywhere, locked up and alone. Scared. He gritted his teeth.

What if they'd hurt him? Alexander wouldn't stand it. He absolutely hated not knowing anything.

It seemed Beaumont was trying to say something and he had to get closer to listen. He might have hit him harder than he thought.

"Speak up or I cut your recovery time short, and we start all over again," said Alexander. His patience grew thinner by the minute.

Beaumont looked horrified after listening to him, his lips started to move.

"...Pierre...he is... he's fine," he close to whispered. Then he tried to sit upright.

That shocked Alexander. He couldn't be certain of the words he heard but nevertheless, relief flooded all over him.

"Lie to me and I'll make you regret it. You practically kidnapped him. Unless kidnap translates to something else in your understanding, you better start explaining."

He spat blood from his mouth and looked back. "You are the one who kidnapped him, I should be asking for the explanation here. He is safe... now get off me," said Beaumont in his rich French accent.

What the fuck was he talking about. Alexander knew he wasn't lying, which was all the more confusing. He'd heard the sincerity in his voice and saw the honesty in his eyes. Fuck.

"Not until you tell me where he is," he said. He wasn't eager to let him go so easily.

He could speak all the gibberish he wanted, but until he got actual answers, he wasn't so ready to believe just anything.

After all, some people were just good actors.

"I'm supposed to take you to him, fucking prick. You didn't let me get to that part," he said, trying to feel his nose and staining his hand red in the process.

A man dressed in black got in hastily and immediately tried to fight Alexander off.

He felt the kick to his side and immediately caught the foot before his assailant could pull it back. It was a well aimed kick, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Alexander let Beaumont go for the moment.

He twisted his assailant's ankle and flipped him, making him rotate before hitting the ground with a thud and immediately trying to get up.