Chapter 7 The Deal

High Elder

I had my chauffeur drive me near the estate of the Rogue Legion where I got out to walk the rest of the way. It was a far walk to the gates of the territory, but I did not want my driver to be accosted by the rogues while I conducted business.

I patiently waited at the gate for Magnus where a number of rogues were snarling at me, but because I was the High Elder, they could not attack knowing it would mean their deaths. It was a good fifteen minutes before Magnus himself came out of his mansion to greet me, his harem of dark witches not far behind him.

"High Elder Alfred Evans, what a nice surprise! I would invite you in, but I know you will decline so we can just talk out here in the open instead. I do commend you for your bravery. Coming here unaccompanied." Magnus shook his head. "I could kill you right where you stand." Magnus chuckled, obviously delighted in the fact I had stooped down to the level of a messenger.

"Enough of the threats, Magnus. We all know you can not harm me. It will cause a problem for you and your rather small army. How many did you lose during your onslaught against Autumn Moon? Hmmm...," I said, taunting him.

"Need I remind you, my attack on Autumn Moon cost you your precious High Priestess Celeste and her supposed celestial wolf pup," he snarled. "The prophecy of my death is now just a mere myth. Now, why are you here, High Elder?"

"I am here on an official capacity. The Council of Wolves have granted your bequest." I took out the envelope from my coat pocket. "This document that bears the official seal of The Council of Wolves grants you your request. In exchange, you are not to harm any wolf from any pack. You are to go forth with your criminal operations and we will treat you as if you do not exist. In return, you are to also treat us the same...as if we do not exist. No more abducting Omegas. If there are wolves who agree to join you on their own free will, so be it. You can not force the issue upon them. Do we have a deal?" I waved the envelope in the air.

Magnus motioned to one of the dark witches at his side to take the envelope from me. Jinx, the youngest among the three, sashayed towards me, her green dress hugging every curve of her body, while the deep V of her neckline, plunged below past her breasts, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. She reached to take the envelope from my hands and I quickly moved my hand away.

"Josephine Clarkson, your mother has been looking for you. As well as your sister." Her smiling eyes changed into a glare at the mention of her mother and sister.

"I don't have a mother or a sister," she uttered through clenched teeth, her saliva spewing out in front of her.

"On the contrary, you do and they wish you'd come home."

"So they can sell me again to the highest bidder? Na-ah. I'm happy here, High Elder. Now, if you don't mind, I need that envelope you keep moving away from me." Jinx quickly snatched the envelope from my grasp and walked back to Magnus, her round curvy hips moving side to side.

She then gave Magnus the envelope and waved goodbye at me. Magnus opened the envelope and took out the document of our agreement from inside the envelope and reads it, to see if everything was in order. Magnus nodded his head and folded the sheet of paper and placed it in his coat pocket.

"So, Magnus, do we have a deal?"

"Yes, High Elder, we have a deal. I will live my life with my army and you will go on and live your boring little lives as you see fit without any of us ever crossing paths." He turned to walk back to his mansion when I stop him.

"Magnus, this is effective immediately. In short, right this very instant. If you go against our agreement, I will rally every pack in this country and make you truly non-existent. Do I make myself clear?" I knew how Magnus thinks. Without specific details, he would work through the loopholes. This meant he would attack since I did not indicate when the agreement would be take effect.

Magnus turned. around and smiled at me, if I was not mistaken. The scars on his face made it difficult to tell.

"Crystal, High Elder. Of course, this agreement does not include my attack on the crime families across the country? Correct?"

"Just as long as they are not wolf. I can not speak for the human race. I am not their leader." Magnus now has set his sights on the various crime families around the country. Maybe it was good if only one took control of everything illegal. Maybe it would minimize the number of criminals on the street. Well, we'll see what happens when Magnus takes over the syndicate.

"Well then, I will become the one and only boss of the criminal world by week's end. Thank you, High Elder. May we never meet again." Magnus turned and quickly walked back to his mansion followed by his harem.

Magnus' second in command bowed and I nodded my head in acknowledgment. It was time for me to go back to my car.

"High Elder, if you need any entertainment, you know who to call." I smiled at him. I wanted to tell him I have no wish for that kind of entertainment, but you never know.

I walked back to my car where my chauffeur was listening to music while he smoked outside the car. He flicked his cigarette away as soon as he saw me, embarrassed he was caught smoking while on the job.

"I need a smoke. Do you have anymore?" My chauffeur stared at me with his mouth open, astonished I would ask him for a cigarette.

"I was young once too, you know." I opened the passenger door of the car, rummaged through the glove compartment and took out a flask filled with scotch. I took a hefty swig and gave my chauffer the flask so he could take a drink. I lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, slowly blowing out the smoke I inhaled.

"Oh, I miss this. A cigarette always took the edge off. It's just too bad I've gotten old." My chauffer laughed at what I said.

Yep, I'm getting too old for this. I took another swig of scotch, hoping its warmth would help me forget.