My Protector | Meliodas

26. Hey, it's Y/N

Meliodas's POV:

"How's your daughter, Bartra?"

I felt Bartra stiffen beside me, but he masked the tear in his facade with a dark chuckle. I turned slightly to catch a glimpse of him from the side. I could tell he was threatened, despite his performance. 

"Nice try! you pieces of shit aren't the first lot to try and use my daughter against me," his laugh narrowed into a low growl. The guy who spoke widened his eyes, sinking into his seat slightly. 

Still, I reached behind my suit jacket and pulled out my phone, dialing Y/N's number. I brought the device up to my ear and waited, my expression growing harder with every ring. 

Hey, it's Y/N. I didn't catch your call, just leave your name and number and I'll call you back ASAP. 

I pulled the phone away and redialled, my gaze landing on the men. I could feel my adrenaline increasing in my veins as it rang out again. 

Bartra's wide gaze fell on me, his features mirroring mine. 

"You better start talking," I growled, thrusting my gun in the beaten man's face. He shrunk further into his seat and winced as the rope ripped into his skin. 

My smirk was vicious as I pressed the barrel into the front of his head. 

"We don't know anything more than that!" The weasel next to him shouted, his eyes wide as they flickered between me, my gun, and the guy whose head it was against. 

"You seem to have a lot to say, explain!" I yelled as I pointed the gun at him instead. He began trembling as his eyes followed the tip of the gun, which inched closer to his temple. 

"Meliodas," I heard Bartra croak from behind me, which caught my attention. I threw him a glance over my shoulder and watched as he pulled his phone away from his ear. 

Bartra's solemn expression seemed to push me over the edge. Before I could even think, I pointed my gun at the original guy's leg and pulled the trigger, the loud bang of the bullet being overridden by his scream. 

"Start fucking talking!! You know exactly what's going on, you piece of shit," I took a step closer and clutched his jaw, holding his head up so he was forced to look into my eyes. The fury in my expression was reflected in his watering orbs. 

"Howzer!! It's fucking Howzer..." his voice trailed off as he began seething at the pain in his leg. I jabbed my finger straight into his bloody wound, the sound of his cries loud in the small room. I twisted my hand in unison with his yelling.

"Where are they going?" I yelled over his sobs. 

"They could be going anywhere!! Fraudrin's bar, his house?! Fuck man I don't know!!" I removed my finger from his bullet wound and wiped the blood on his collar. 

It was already stained with blood. 

"He's going to need a doctor unless we want him to bleed out," I said nonchalantly as I shoved my gun back behind my suit jacket. Ban nodded swiftly and dialed a number as Bartra put a hand on my shoulder. 

"Don't worry sir, I have a few people to contact near Camelot who can begin locating Fraudrin, Galand, and Howzer," I nodded, trying to keep a brave face for his sake. 

It was true, I did have connections that could easily track those people. They would go to their bar and carry on from there, but these things took time. And I didn't know how much time we had. 

If this was an attack on Bartra and the casino, chances are she wouldn't be let go unscathed. They would take their time with her, and my hands began to tremble at the idea of any of those men laying a finger on her. 

Bartra nodded and took several steps away from me, eyeing the crying man. With his approval, I darted out of the room and went up the elevator, my phone pressed to my ear.

On the second ring, Arthur picked up with a cheerful greeting, which I cut off instantly. 

"Arthur, listen to me. I need you to put yourself to use and track some people for me," I demanded, slipping through the elevator doors as soon as they opened. 

"It's good to hear from you too, Meliodas," he scoffed on the line, something he always did when I didn't play along with his chirpy facade. I gritted my teeth. 

"Fraudrin and Galand, they own a bar in Camelot and have shares in the Lion Casino in Istar, a restaurant in Danafor an-"

"Yes, I know these men. Real weird-looking fucks, got it," he said as I bounded down the casino stairs and waved at our driver. I ripped the door open and slipped into the car as soon as it came to a stop in front of me. 

"How fast can you track them?" I was beginning to grow impatient, pulling the phone away to give directions to the driver, "airport."

"It will take as long as it needs to Melly, just be patient," his chuckle was short, an indication that he was focusing. "Did you know they have a warehouse south of Edinburgh?"

"No, what do they do there?" I asked. 

These guys were shady. Bartra was too, but Fraudrin and Galand have barely missed jail time because of the business they get caught up in. 

I tried to wrack my brain for reasons as to why they would have a warehouse two hours away from Camelot, where Fraudrin and Galand lived, as far as I was aware. 

But for all I knew, they could have more shares that Bartra didn't know about. 

"Uh, apparently they have some kind of partnership with some fancy white goods business," was all he said, which caused my frown to deepen. 

Why the fuck would they have shares in a white goods business?

"Thank you, can you send one of your men out to that warehouse? And a few more to their bar, their houses, oh, and check out one of their men, Howzer. He could be easier to track, he is a part of this whole thing," I instructed. 

Arthur replied with a "yes sir," before hanging up, leaving me to stare out the window as we approached the airport. 

I prayed there was a flight soon, so I wouldn't have to wait before beginning the long journey back to Camelot. 

Trying my luck, I quickly dialed Y/N's number again. 

Hey, it's Y/N. I didn't catch your call, just leave your name-

I ended the call.