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“I have a video of that night, I wonder what would happen if I handed that to the council,” his father said. Lycus turned to face him, growling at the man he detested. “Though I wouldn't have to, we could come to an arrangement.” Porter shrugged.
“I have nothing you want, or I can give you,” Lycus told him looking at the tips in his hand. He tossed it at his father who picked it up and counted it, clicking his tongue.
“I’ll give you half, you'll triple this,” his father said, handing the cash back to Lycus.
“And then no one has to see the footage of whatever that freak is,” his father sneered and Lycus snarled, his canines slipping free.
“The pits, I owe some people, bad people that would like to get their hands on your boy toy, if they knew about him. Come fight in the pits, it pays well, if you win it does,” Lycus shook his head knowing that would be suicide.
“You took down one of their best fighters the other night without breaking sweat.” his father states.
“I am being nice, Lycus; I could just hand this footage over, a manhunt is on, haven't you watched the news, they are looking for a serial killer. The entire city is in panic,” his father mocked.
“If only they knew that the man they fear is a pathetic Dark-Fae who isn’t even aware of what he is, and a poofter at that,” his father sneered. Lycus lunged across the table grabbing his throat.
“Speak of my mate like that again and I will fucking kill you,” he spat in his father’s face. His father laughed, shoving him off.
“So you intend to take him as a mate?”
“Kalen, doesn’t see me in that way,” he admitted, which hurt him more than he cared to admit.
“One night, help me pay off this debt and I will give you half the earnings to pay for his medication,” his father said, and Lycus gritted his teeth. They really needed the money.
“When?”
“Midnight, tomorrow in the old drainage system under the city.”
“Think about it, Lycus. You don’t want that footage in the wrong hands,” he laughed before getting up and leaving.
The next night, Lycus organized with his manager to get Kalen to work back so he could sneak off to it. Yet he knew he made a mistake when his father kept coming back, using the footage over him to get him to comply.
After the first time he refused and his father’s thugs came to their tent while Lycus was working back one night. When he finished work that night and he stepped inside the tent he found Kalen beaten bloody with his pants around his ankles and a broken broom handle covered in blood lay next to him.
Before Lycus could react and help him, he was stabbed in the back. Literally, the knife plunged deep between his ribs collapsing his lung before his father’s voice sounded behind him as he took in a harsh pained breath.
“Next time I will have them kill him,” Porter had whispered in his son’s ear before twisting the knife making Lycus stand on his toes. Porter ripped the knife out, and Lycus went sprawling on the ground and before he could turn to fight back his father was gone.
ChapterFifty
The majority of Lycus' memories were similar to those of Kalen. Things I had already seen before. However, his next one gives light to why Lycus was feared so much in the pits.
Lycus was lethal and twice the size of any ordinary Were-Fae. He was monstrous and no one stood a chance against him once they hopped in the ring with him. Until one night he had a new opponent. He’d just finished and climbed out of the ring, shifting back when two men grabbed him.
He glanced around for his father, trying to figure out what was going on when he was dragged out the back of the place to a makeshift change room. There on the floor was Porter. Bloody and beaten, his eyes swollen shut from the brutal beating he took. Deep claw marks lashed into his face. The men set him down gently on the bench seat next to his father who was gasping for breath.
“What the fuck is this?” Lycus demanded, his skin rippling violently as he looked at the two burly men he could tell were also Were-Fae. They don’t answer instead keep their eyes straight ahead, looking at the wall when Porter rasps.
“Run!” his voice comes out but it's barely audible as blood sputters out from his lips.
“No need for that, Porter, I am not going to hurt my son!” comes a deep baritone voice that makes Lycus rise to his feet. He stares at the man, who stands the same height as he does, same facial features only this man looked cleaner, meaner and hell of a lot more powerful. His aura emanated off him in waves, Lycus found it intimidating just staring at the beast of man.
“Hello, son,” he says, glancing at Lycus, while cleaning his bloody hands on a rag.
“You’ve grown, since I last saw you,” the man tells him but Lycus stares at him confused but for some reason the man looked familiar he just couldn’t place him.
“You seem confused. No matter, we’ll sort that out soon enough. I’m just glad I found you.” the man says reaching a hand out to drop on Lycus’ shoulder. Lycus steps back warily. If one thing is for certain, he knows to trust the enemy he knows more than one he doesn’t. The man cocks his head to the side. And clucks his tongue in disapproval.
“I don’t know you!” Lycus growls and the man laughs a deep harrowing sound that makes the back of Lycus’ neck prickle. His ominous dark eyes watching him calculatingly.
