My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 71 - 3.5 billion dollars KFC ( Killian’s POV )

Chapter 71: 3.5 billion dollars KFC ( Killian’s POV )

"Did you do it?"

"I thought you did it."

He looked at me. And I looked at him.

He seemed guilty in my eyes. It was the only explanation for everything.

The man went to sacrifice himself, basically jumping into the wolf’s mouth. Became Claus Wilkers, then found out not only his new father was selling out his crush to a bunch of disgusting individuals, but the very guy he was trying to save Luther from won the auction.

So what did he do? Killed Cassian, trying to frame Emiliano for it. With them two outside the picture, he could take Luther and run away.

At least in his delusions.

"I didn’t do it."

"Lie all you want. I saw you that night. I saw you at the address."

"He was dead already."

"How convenient for you. Why didn’t you say anything then? Why didn’t you call the police? Why did you leave him to rot?"

"I— I don’t have to explain anything to you. You were at the address too, if you saw me."

"I didn’t enter the apartment."

"Yeah, right."

So he looked at me. And I looked at him.

And we both continued to munch on the tasteless hospital cafeteria food.

I couldn’t swallow his lies as I couldn’t swallow this God awful carrot mashed puree.

I might eat up this unseasoned newborn meal, but I won’t eat up the ridiculous story he is trying to feed me.

"So what now? Daddy’s dead, mommy’s missing. Will you fight Luther for the inheritance or are you still delusional enough to think you’ll marry him?"

"I will marry him. I’ve called dibs since I was ten."

"That’s not how dibs work." I objected.

"It is!"

"It’s not."

He scoffed and took another bite. The undercooked asparagus made him scrunch his face in disgust.

Now, that is honesty!

"We pay so much tax. Can’t they afford a decent cook? Give me the d-mn pan! I’ll do it!"

He wiped his tongue with a napkin, trying to get rid of the lingering taste.

I played with my fork in the badly chopped salad.

"I don’t think they have enough rooms to host all of us after the food poisoning you’ll cause, dude."

"Like you can do better!"

"I can do better than you!"

"Yeah, bro?"

"Yeah!"

"Catch me in the kitchen later! We’ll go Masterchef on the dinner and leave Luther to decide the winner. Deal?"

"Deal!"

"You’ll get him killed before he could even choose. What’s with the menu today? Cold mashed carrots, undercooked asparagus, sloppy wet salad and overcooked steak?"

Tom sat down at our table. We all just looked at our plates in full disgust.

Divided by politics and love interest in the same boy, united by underseasoned food. Who would have guessed?

"Is it too much for a boy to dream of a KFC next door?", Tom whined.

"You look rougher than the carrots today. What’s up with you?"

"Don’t even ask.", Tom responded, waving me dismissively. " Do you know what Blondie was doing when I walked in? Pretending to sleep on Luther’s chest! Sneaky b-st-rd!"

"What?"

"One day I’ll punch that guy in the face so hard, it will-"

"Yeah, yeah, Rambo, chill out, will you? Luther needs peace. He is still recovering."

Claus pouted. He mumbled:

"That’s why I said one day, smartpants."

"Yeah, yeah. Like we don’t see how you transform into a whiny puppy when he walks in. Tail between your legs and all that jazz."

He frowned at my remark, but didn’t respond.

I keep dragging my fork on the plate. I lost my appetite a long time ago, but I can’t bring myself to see Luther.

I am the only one who didn’t visit him the whole week he’s been here. I never left the hospital. I spent my days outside his room, trying to muster the courage to get in.

But I haven’t succeeded yet.

"Are you gonna go see him today?", Tom asked.

"Stop reading my thoughts, dude. Respect my right to privacy. You’re a lawyer for Christ’s sake!"

"You’re like an open book. What can I do if you spread it open for everyone to see?"

He smirked. I chuckled.

Idiot. I gotta find his weakness and use it. He is too likable to stand a chance right now.

Claus switched chaotically his gaze from me to Tom and from Tom back at me. In the end, he opened his mouth to mumble straight gibberish:

"Are you two flirting right now? Is this a strategy?"

He should thank God he is pretty. That’s all that he had going on for himself, clearly.

"Eat your fish, Claus. You clearly need the omega from it to develop that little smooth brain of yours.", I said.

"It’s the only omega thing you’ll get from this hospital.", Tom added, chuckling.

He stopped abruptly. His voice cracked:

"Wait, this is fish? Not steak?"

I laughed. Claus laughed. Tom spat whatever meat he tasted into the napkin, chugging water like a d-mn camel after.

I got up. Since I already had an upset stomach, I might as well go and see Luther.

Tom smiled. I think he did. It was just for a second.

I didn’t give it any importance at the moment, but I will soon find out—

That snake set me up.

As I was walking down the hallway, I could feel my own heartbeat on the soles of my feet. The air just kept getting heavier and heavier as I approached the room.

But Luther stopped all that anxiety as soon as I walked in.

The genuine fear for my life as the heart monitor hit the wall, missing my head by an inch almost made me drip myself at my big boy age.

I thought he was weaken. How the hell did he not only lift that twenty-pound computer, but he threw it so forcefully, it broke completely?

I wasn’t even the target. Emiliano was.

Who thought the lord of the underground could look so terrified? Googly eyes and shivering hands. Full plate.

"Stay in place so I can hit you properly!", Luther yelled.

"Puppy, dear, let’s talk this out!"

"Drop the credit cards! Maybe you can auction it for a conversation too!"

Emiliano grabbed me to use me as a human shield. That 5’10" little man kept me I place with such a grip, I genuinely think he broke my arm bone.

But that was the least of my problems. Luther just grabbed the syringes and was getting ready to use them as dart arrows.

And I know for a fact that Luther’s aim was burning garbage.

"Luther, I’m scared!"

"Were you there?"

"Huh?"

"Were you at that auction?"

"He was. And he was such a cheapskate. Only three billion. I paid twenty, puppy!"

"Oh really? Then, obviously, you should get more attention from me, darling. Three syringes for him, twenty for you. Fair, right?"

"No!", both Emiliano and I yelled.

A nurse came in exactly at the moment Luther was preparing himself to aim at one of my eyes. And they say God isn’t real!

"Sir, please put those down. You’re breaking hospital property and disturbing the other patients!"

"It’s fine. They will pay. Matter a fact, they will make a big, fat donation for the hospital to make up for the disturbance! The tall idiot three billions, the little one twenty. Have fun!"

"No, they won’t. But they will pay for the damage!", Tom said entering the room with two KFC menus.

The nurse rolled her eyes, mumbling:

"F-cking rich people-"

Tom extended one of the menus to Luther, who softened at the sight of the food.

"Three point five billion KFC. I bid too."

Luther arched his brow, ready to switch to a new dart target.

"Don’t be so mad, Lu! We were all trying to save you. Believe me, we were the only decent ones there.", Tom said, trying to build his defense case.

If that was all he could do, how in the world did he become a lawyer?

"How very flattered I am. I want both menus!"

I take that back. The man knows how to reach a deal between the parties.

Mental reminder to hire him too.

Tom pouted, but obeyed the order. Luther grabbed the food and sat on the bed, starting to eat.

I’ve never seen such an aggressive chew. I am talking about all eighty-four teeth used completely. A shiver went down my spine thinking I could be the next.

I am sure the others felt that too.

We didn’t move for about two chicken wings. We were too scared to.

"Is there something else I should know about?", he asked somewhat more calmly.

"Nope."

"I don’t think so, Lu."

"Claus became your step-brother by the way, pup!"

Emiliano smirked evilly. He had the expression of a fly rubbing its hands.

I realised when the hot wing sauce slapped me across the face that the evil gnome was still using me as a shield.

"What the hell did you say?"