BLOODHOUNDS #1: THE ABDICATED PRINCE

Chapter 34 - DELIVERY

Clyde Nielsen

The helicopter that carried my family landed, and the royal guards surrounded the area with their guns pointing at me. I put my hands in my pockets, waiting for them to come out.

My grandfather came out first, followed by my parents and Christina. They all looked like a mess, especially Christina. She looked like she hadn't been sleeping for days. My father looked distraught, and my mother looked like a zombie.

I can say my grandfather looked tired, but that's it.

I scanned all the royal guards and then landed my eyes on my father with a smirk plastered on my face, "Welcome to the Bloodhounds territory. What can I do for you, Colin?" My mother's jaw dropped.

"Still disrespecting your parents, I see." My father let out a sarcastic chuckle before making his way towards me.

"I've been an orphan since I was 13. I don't see why I have to respect you." His hands turned into a fist. I knew he was ready to punch me in the face. A red laser dot appeared on my father's forehead, and he noticed it.

"Did you kill Christopher?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes. I didn't answer him because I told Christina about this.

"I asked a fucking question, Clyde!" He asked me in Danish.

"No. I've told Christina about it." I answered in Danish. I turned to Christina, who was already holding a knife, ready to stab me if necessary.

"Did you send someone to?" He switched back to English. He raised his voice, and I let out a chuckle, and a fist landed on my face.

"No."

"You did this! I know you did this!" He screamed at me, but I just stared at him, bored. "Listen, Colin. He died in Mexico, and I never left the fucking state. You should have checked it with your PI instead of coming here! I see where Christopher's dumb genes come from." He wanted to hit me again, but my mother stopped him.

"That's enough. Debating with him is useless." She said, and I nodded, agreeing with her.

"Either I did the kill or not. You won't be able to tell." I said, this time, my mother was the one who wanted to claw me.

"Clyde." My grandfather called, and I shook my head.

"I left the family when I was 13 years old. Accusing me of something I could have done years ago is a pretty dumb move." I said straight into my father's face.

"Should have picked me to be King, Colin," I smirked, and he laughed maniacally like a joker. He was losing it. It was a mix of grief, stress, and pure anger.

"What a reunion," I said before stepping back and signaling all my snipers to show themselves. There are at least 200 dots on my parents' forehead.

"Since you're all here, I'm going to say this to you, you and you." I pointed my finger at my parents and Christina, "This will be the last time I'll see the three of you. If you show up in front of me again, I'll shoot you right between your eyeballs. I don't fucking care that you're the King of Denmark. Your title doesn't scare me at all." I took a few steps back.

"Let's continue our lives separately and wish that Christina is not as dumb as Christopher," I added, and my parents looked like they wanted to kill me. My father's guards loaded their guns on me, and immediately I had a sniper laser pointed at their heads.

"Don't tempt me to take the throne because I would be qualified for it." I smirked at Christina, and I turned to my grandfather, "If you hurt grandfather in any way, I'll kill you myself." With that, I turned around and got into my car. I drove away from the big empty field and swore never to see their faces again.

I drove back to the headquarters to prepare for tomorrow, where my exciting packages from London came. I was preparing my knives when Kayden entered the room, looking at me like he was ready to stab me.

"Are you fucking insane?" He slammed his hand to my desk, where ten knives lay.

"No."

"Do I look like a babysitter to you?" He pointed at himself, making me laugh.

"Yes, you do." He grabbed my collar and glared at me, "I want you to see if babysitting is fun since you told me I've been babysitting Luna. It's fun, and I think it would be great for you to have a part-time job." I put down my knife and pushed him away slowly.

"I'm running a multi-billion dollar business. Do I look like someone with time to babysit a redhead brat?" He grabbed a knife and pointed it at me.

"Yes, you do. I think you need it." I said, and he put down the knife, pissed. "Besides, I know you always want to do something fun in your free time."

"What will I get in return?" He always asked this. He had never done something without him getting something.

"Think it as a charity." He almost lost it.

"Why don't you take care of her?"

"I have a girlfriend, remember? I don't think my girlfriend will like it when I spend my free time with the Princess." I stated the obvious. "But you, you're single, so..."

"I'm not doing it without anything in return." He walked towards the door. "I'm throwing her to an unknown island if she turns out to be so fucking annoying."

"She has something to offer, and I think you'll like it," I said, and he let out a sarcastic chuckle. He left the room, and I took my phone out of my pocket, dialing Tatiana's number.

"He's willing to help, but the guy wants something in return," I said as soon as she picked up.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about that."

"See you in a month then." I ended the call.