Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Twenty Seven

|Twenty Seven|

|Jesse|

By the end of the night, I found myself drinking away my problems in my house. I was thinking about what Dominick was talking about once I got back from seeing Lux. He wanted the four of us to team up in order to protect ourselves against whoever was killing the incubi. However, I knew that it was bullshit. Dom didn't need protection. Bloodtrei was so cocky that he wouldn't put incubi guards, but it wasn't like Dom needed them. He wanted to get close to us for some reason and it was pissing me off.

Blair stared at me while I took a final swig of my drink. I swished the liquor in my mouth and glared at Blair. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing. I just think that you should rethink some things," Blair mumbled, "listen, there are things that you don't remember and there's a reason why. I just don't want you making the same mistakes you made in your past."

"What do you possibly mean? What do you know about my past?" I had only met Blair once I came to New York. I was living in London and I knew for a fact I never met Blair before in my life.

"I know more than you think. Roman as well," Blair replied.

"Stop acting as if you know me. You have been warning me never to get a claimed and even now, you're still telling me things I don't understand. Blair, keep pulling this shady shit and you'll end up six feet under," I snapped, shooting from where I sat and grappling for his neck.

Roman entered the room within a moment's notice, his eyes going to me pinning Blair against the wall. "Jesse! Let go of him this instant!"

Part of me wanted to let him go. I didn't like to go against my allies, however for way too long Roman and Blair were hiding something from me. I had always thought that something was up, but it was just the New York incubi and how they acted. Roman would always be more cautious around me, but I would always think he was like that because of my father. Having said that, about a few years ago, he started acting more nervous. Especially when it came to the succubi. Coming to New York just made it even more suspicious. I never met Blair before I came to New York, yet he acted as if he was a long-time friend and he was the same way as Roman was. They were both hiding something and seeing Blair bringing up shit I couldn't interpret was the trigger I needed to bring it up.

"Tell me why you're so nervous around me, or else I'll kill him," I snapped, knowing full well that I wouldn't, but knowing Roman he wouldn't risk it.

"Killing your brethren is committing treason. Let. Him. Go," Roman growled, his eyes turning black.  

"Tell me," I squeezed Blair's throat and Roman tensed. Roman didn't like violence whatsoever.

"You had a succubus named Seres," Blair gasped out, staring at me wide-eyed.

I narrowed my eyes. "I know. You said she died of natural causes and you said my mind blocked it off because of the shock."

"Bloodtrei forced you to kill her," Roman said from afar.

Darkness. Darkness descended through my body and suddenly I felt as if there was a sheet that was pulled over me. I wanted to say that my ears were ringing, but I couldn't tell. All I felt was darkness. I didn't know where I was or what I was doing, but suddenly everything felt so cold. So extremely cold. 

It felt as Death himself descended upon me and today was my day of judgment.

"Jesse Drake," Bloodtrei sat on his chair, behind a podium that was raised to look over whoever he was speaking to. This was one of the first times I had met this man and it was fascinating to see how he thought that he would control every incubus. At this point, I knew I was fucked. My eyes drifted over to Seres. Ah... Seres. It started out different. It wasn't supposed to be like this.