Shattering my Over-used Heart

Tommy's chapter - In mourning to the loss of our bond

It's been weeks, weeks since we came back from that island, weeks since I killed the couple we found in that underground panic room, and here I am sat, in Gideon's city, around his table, nursing a fucking cappuccino, I sigh. "to expand my interests I've chosen your states, your clans to seize the opportunity we all can benefit from" Gideon projects to the room, sat calmly as the head of the table, the chime of his porcelain tea cup makes the hair on the back of everyone's neck stand on edge, I roll my shoulders to get rid of mine and check my phone, fucking nothing from anyone important, Wyatt and Preston are waiting outside, and mostly I assumed Gideon wanted me here for the appearance and the weight of my name but I take another look around this table and see leaders I don't know, including the short fat guy with the pencil moustache that had his men shoot Cole, the sweat on his brow makes me realise he's walked into the wolfs den. "with the chain of clubs I'm willing to expand in the north, the chain of restaurants I want in the east, the hotels I'm planning in the south, with a few more casinos in the west" Gideon continues and no one is disagreeing with him, I know he comes off completely avoid of emotion, the fact he bonded and completely ignored it was legend in itself, but the part that freaks most people out about him, is at 12, he killed his dad who was alpha and through his older brother controlled the clan until he came of age and his brother handed it to him without question, no one has seen his brother since, nor does anyone ask, I don't even question where his mother is, I blink over to Gideon, his dead eyes and expression keeps everyone at this table on edge, I look over to my left, the alphas who are shifting in their seats, coughing slightly to clear the frustration that Gideon picks land and wants it, does anything he can to acquire it, and because of his backstory, most people give him what he wants.

"Mr fael, the interest you suddenly shown in our lands is appreciated" without looking up from my phone I can tell Gideon is unbothered by the praise, I breast pocket my phone and tap my fingers on the cold dark wooden table, I look over to the big clock that ticks loudly when the chatter quietens it makes the room more awkward and everyone nervous, just how Gideon likes it. "building your hotels will bring more tourism to my small town, so its welcome, we will also happily allow Mr. Caligula to forward his search on my land" this makes me take a sharp breath in, I look over to Gideon whose nodded at this blond haired dryad opposite me, he also graces me with a nod and smile, which I reciprocate, this is why I was called to this meeting? I link it together quickly, these groups are on the other side of the world something I would have had to work to get to, to partner myself with, yeah there low-level groups but permission to use and look on their lands and around is another step I needed. Gideon stands and shakes the hand of every single leader here, until it's just me and the owner of that baby doll strip joint sitting at the table, when the door clicks shut, he opens his slimy mouth. "Mr. Caligula-" he begins but I raise my middle finger at him and begin to stand, there's no way I can start something, so I'd rather just take my leave, Gideon coughs and walks slowly from the door towards the table as I button up my jacket, the click of Gideon's fingers snap my eyes to the body guards that come out from the bookcases behind this guy, he's pinned to the chair by their hands. "What? WHAT? Is the meaning of this? Me and your father have done business together since we were young!" he yells and Gideon without any hesitation goes over to his tea set and begins to pour another cup slowly. "if this has anything to do with what happened with his idiotic cousin!" this guy's shouts and I crane my neck to look at him, I narrow my eyes when he meets my gaze, until the sound of Gideon adding two lumps of sugar and a thimble of milk brings the heat of this meeting down abit, I clench my fists, if Cole was still bed bound, unable to use his leg I would of leapt over the table and beat this guy to death, but I have my clan, my family, my business and worse of all lacey to think about.

"He wrecked my club!-" he begins but Gideon snaps his fingers again and thick tape is smothered over his mouth, the gurgles and mumbles become quite when he stops struggling and Gideon takes a sip of his tea. "Gideon-" I re-join the conversation trying to gain my footing in where-ever the hell I'm placed in this. Gideon sets his teacup down and spins, his hands behind his back. "when I heard, your bodyguards knew an alpha wolf entered your club, they re-loaded their guns with silver bullets, with the intent to kill" Gideon stated with a certain lack of empathy for this guy, walking behind him "this peaked my interests, because when wolfs order sliver, it's through a system" I raise my eyebrow not knowing this, I have silver bullets myself but they were giving to me by my dad who never used them, I keep standing here, watching this guy's eyes shut firmly like Gideon's revealing his trickery. "my older brother informed me, you ordered some silver, the same time you put out publicly that your club assorted with chastity's, word of the vine" Gideon looks up to me and in a blink I piece it together, it must have been spontaneous how Cole heard about a main club, so suddenly had no plan of action, didn't inform me, because the information was handed to him and he served himself up on a platter, I look down at this guy wide eyed and shake my head slightly, fuck tell me it's not true I think. "Mr. Monty here, was told to take one of you out" Gideon elaborates for everyone, and I wince looking away slightly, fuck so we do have hits out on our heads I internally struggle with, I'll have to tell Cole. "But further investigating, uncovers you're not actually alpha to your clan? It was actually taken over by Edgar Chasity...the elder, but everything is in your name" Gideon stands beside this guy I've found out is called Mr. Monty, I take a small, long breath in and out, how do I proceed with this when I haven't talked to Cole in a couple of days? I roll my eyes and look towards the door, everything's getting on top of me lately. "That is until I stepped up and asked for your city, and funnily enough, the elder's wanted me to take it" Gideon announces, and the guy starts screaming behind the tape, he struggles to get free, only I see the third guy come out from another hidden door, carrying a large pot that's smoking rapidly, he's holding towels and gloves to hold the smouldering hot cauldron. "Tell me everything about the Castilians" Gideon enquired gently pulling the tape off his mouth, the fat lump takes a Hugh breath in, he licks his lips and looks at me, then around the room, the wide panic in his eyes, darting to each set of eyes on him. " Look! ok, ok?! We get girls, all sorts, don't ask questions" he begins but I hang my head back, rolling my eyes with it as I've heard this way too many times, we, don't, ask. questions. "We get donations to set up the clubs, the girls work, we make profits, that's it, it's a cover to peddle the drugs in and out, and we keep the girls fresh" he stresses to us, but my ears catch the last part, I take a step closer "I'm sorry what was that?" I ask with attitude but as I get closer, I smell the over baring smell of burnt silver, bubbling in that pot, hanging above his head. "Sometimes the girls are sold! ... AH" Monty shouts when a drip of silver drops onto his shoulder "I'd speak quicker if I were you" Gideon deadpans, raising the teacup to his lips " the girls, god, the girls that nobody wants go to the meat houses, or prostitute themselves for dust, or we make them distribute it with clients AHH FUCK!" he breaths out quickly with a scream when a drop lands on his neck " other girls are sold as wives, for the rich, depends which one takes there fancy, the Castilians they have a talent of farming the best girls, I don't know what they do, but not one girl of theirs talks, there robots, do whatever you tell them with no fight!" he yells out trying to move out from under the cauldron, I fold my arms close to my chest, it starts to hurt again and last time I was bedridden for days, the doc told me the same with Cole and gave us pain pills, I slowly clutch at my jacket pocket and think about taking one. "How do you get there girls?" Gideon questions charismatically setting his teacup down softly and my eyes dart to him, I clench my teeth but don't make a sound, my fingernails dig into the palm of my hands still crossed over my chest "I've never been able to get there girls, but I know someone!" he suddenly looks at me, this grabs my attention from Gideon to this sack of shit pleading for his life. "there's a rumour, I swear! It was the talk of last year, one girl of theirs escaped from where they hold them in protection, I'm sure if you find her, she will tell you everything!" he spits out like his life depends on it, I close my eyes because that information is like a needle in a haystack. "how inadequate" Gideon shakes his head and looks at his guard before I can step back, he pours the molten silver onto this poor guy's head, I hear the sizzle mixed with the wailing screeches before only his lower half of his body falls off the chair, the sliver melted the rest, I hold my breath at the smell and look up to Gideon texting on his phone and then place it into his pocket, he smiles at me, and I'm forever grateful in that moment I made friends with him at 16 at one of my dad's meetings, so I smile back slightly.