You're mine

Chapter 38

Alfred p.o.v :

" Master, may I speak with you...? " said Mr Tom, knocking the door .

" You may " I replied simply, holding one of my books, while sitting on the chair.

" Excuse me for the bother...." He said, coughing.

" Get straight to the point " I said with cold stare.

" Alright, master " he looked me straight forward.

"Why did you do that?..." He said, with a serious tone.

" You went too far! that's not something you would do... " he said sighed, " you would never behave like that over anything, no matter what that thing is "

" It has nothing to do with you, Mr Tom " I replied coldly .

He was a bit surprised, then sighed even more " don't act like this, you just sound as cold as he was..."

" I'm not " I looked at him, then smirked.

" I'm even colder than that man " I looked down again, at the book I was holding," I'm allowed to do what I want with the things that belongs to me, isn't? "

" Indeed " he replied calmly, " but if you break what you own, you won't be able to use it again " he stared at me with serious gaze, before to excuse himself and leave.

I sighed, closing the book and looking up.

I suppose he's right.

Lord Sam p.o.v:

" So, are you willing to tell me ....or not?" The lady lona said, looking at me with her sexy face.

" Perhaps..." I smirked, looking at her .

" Oh, my, you're confusing me, lord Sam " she said, giggling. Still, it's obvious how annoyed she was.

" Tell me, lady lona, what do you think of people who want something, and not try get it? " I questioned, looking at her.

" It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things, and not trying to get them " she smirked, answering me .

" I see " I laughed, then looked at her, again, " as expected from a lady like you..." I moved from my place to the window, where I stood.

It's raining heavily...

" You know, your husband... Alfred used to be a very lonely boy. He rarely spoke, rarely laughed, rarely cried. Just a strange little boy " I laughed while I said that.

" He's still like that. So, that mean he didn't change at all " she smiled.

" No, he actually did " I sighed a bit, " his father used to really hate him"

" I've heard that he and his father, didn't agree much " she said.

" It's not like that. That man used to hate him. He never looked at him as son. Such a pity, right? He used to hit him by any chance, he strangled him every and each time he saw him. He tried to get rid of him so many, countless times "