Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 179: Ashler Ford

Chapter 179: Ashler Ford

Azrael went back inside the cinema. As he walked into the hallway, the few civilians leaning on the wall and tapping on their phones like normal people weren’t good at hiding their intentions at all.

The dominant alpha could easily tell that they were watching him and his family. He pretended like he saw nothing, acted like he didn’t know anything of his father’s movements, and let his men follow them.

A way to split his manpower, and distracts his attention from finding out their real agenda.

It was because Luis reached a dead end in his research, that they had to resort to a dangerous plan of trapping the mouse by slipping a piece of cheese into its own den.

They found traces of someone erasing his father’s illegal activities, and everyone who was involved with his father who wanted to turn a new leaf, disappeared.

It was as if someone was cleaning Rage’s muddy, bloody tracks. The shreds of evidence they gathered could at least put him behind bars already, but it could only result in a few years of sentence. Some crimes are even bailable, so with money and connection, his father could easily evade the prison cells.

Luis deliberately let their enemies know that they hold an important piece of information that could indict them with a heavier sentence, so they would go and resort to abducting him. While the loyal dogs of the Montgomery’s siblings were watching his back.

Everything fell according to plan.

Luis was brought into a secluded place, and Kayden’s men discovered a new person entering the picture, acting like the mastermind. Yet, aside from the personal background of the ex-convict, they couldn’t find any relation with Rage at all.

Azrael rubbed his chin as he watched the ending acknowledgment of the movie flash on the screen. A thought dashed in his head, there was no way he was not aware that his dirty tracks were being cleaned up one by one. He probably knew that it could lead him to destruction, but wiping away them meticulously, isn’t how he normally acts.

Rage Del Valle is a sly and evil man. He will use even the moldy crust of the cake, scatter them crumbled on the floor, and point a finger at someone innocent. Someone who gets in his way, and someone whose head has a tag that says ’to be dispatched’.

If it was his works, he’d probably let in on some law enforcement authorities to the scene of the crime, and fabricate evidence pointing the deed to someone.

So, Azrael was doubtful. Someone was working under him, someone who knows all his illegal activities and can freely use his authority. Someone I...am not aware of. Who?

Back inside the smoky room, Luis flipped his head backward, attempting to sweep the hair that cascaded down his face.

He was disappointed at the fact that his shiny, oiled hair was ruined, and his glasses were nowhere to be found. Although his eyes weren’t that bad, he still squinted his eyes to see the place he was locked into.

Glancing at the man seated before them again, Luis asked calmly, "Is there a need to tie us? This place sounds eerily silent and smelly. Usually, places where those kinds of exhaust fans were used as a ventilation system were underground. My eyesight is a bit bad, but aren’t those vines creeping on the edges?"

Sandro glanced at the unmoving fan and noticed the curly thread-like object sprouting from the edges of the old fan.

Luis stated again, "This room is underground. A quarter of it, maybe even a lesser part, was seen outside. If it rains heavily and the water drips on that vent, I can confirm my deduction is right. Sadly, the sun is so high up in the sky, and I heard my boss is currently enjoying a happy outing with his family. Life is truly unfair..."

The bearded man just yawned. The entirety of his mouth was shown to the two, along with his yellowish teeth.

He puffed out a bored sigh and put his leg over the other squarely, then he leaned back and spoke, "Indeed. Life is truly unfair. I just wanted to make money for gambling but I ended up in jail after accepting an offer to sleep with someone. Damn, that was an unforgettable memory...how that omega thrashed and whimpered under me...still irritates me to this day, really!"

Sandro’s face darkened. His eyes bore disgust toward the man, "You raped someone?"

The bearded man chuckled. The air of mystery that enveloped him gradually disappeared and what sat before them was now a man whose eyes were filled with malice and viciousness.

"Raped? You don’t call it rape if you sleep with an omega, whether willing or unwilling! That pretty ass was a dominant omega in heat, so as an alpha, even if I’m recessive, how can I resist that alluring scent? It was bound to happen," the bearded man remarked, nostalgia flickered in his eyes upon remembering that steamy night.

Sandro felt a strong urge to kick the man in the face, which he later did. With his untied feet, he pulled himself closer to the older guy’s chair and kicked his leg forward in a sharp and quick manner, his sole hitting the man’s face.

The metal legs of the chair scrape the floor, adding to the dreadfulness the secretary felt at that moment.

Luis gawked at the younger alpha, giving him a critical look. If the bearded man decided to harm them, the ones watching from the outside would burst in even before the person behind that bearded man hadn’t arrived!

Their plans will turn into dust!

Luis panicked. However, his mind cleared when Sandor spoke icily, freezing his cold sweat trickling down his back.

"What’s bound to happen is you dying before you get to see your son."

Luis paused, while the mysterious man broke into peals of laughter. He even ignored his bleeding nose due to Sandro’s successful hit and rolled on the floor.

Sandro sneered, "Ah, you think I’m talking nonsense. But a man is lingering in the house of my boss’ father. Twenty-one years old, male alpha, born in a remote province, from a dominant omega."

The bearded man suddenly stopped laughing. Even Luis was focused on Sandro, his mind racing on the possibility of what he was thinking would be the alpha’s next words.

Sandro steadied his feet on the floor and looked down at the older man, his eyes meeting those sunken eyes, then he uttered, "Do you remember the name of the omega you raped? It was Ashler Ford Del Valle, my boss’ father’s wife."