Chapter 0005

The cold breeze brushes through my skin as I walk past the big signpost that has 'Gareth's Pizza' scribbled on it in bold letters. I check my wristwatch and it's 8 pm. God, I'm so late.

I push through the revolving door and walk in. There are several customers at our different booths. I head to the counter. There's just one worker there and I nod at her before heading to the back to change into my work clothes.

I bump into Mr. Gareth and I quickly bowed apologetically.

“You're late,” he gruffs out. Mr. Gareth is a 52 years old Lycan bachelor. I don't know the back story, but somehow, he didn't get mated to anyone so he has no one to spend forever with. I think that's why he's always being a grouch, like right now.

“I'm so sorry, I had a little setback,“ I point at the little bandage on my nose. “Had to get treated,“

“That's bullshit. Five dollars will be deducted from your pay, and another five if you don't get your ass to work immediately!“

I ran past him into the locker room for the female workers. After changing into the baggy red shirt and denim pants, with a red cap, I rush to the front.

I see a pizza package for delivery and I go for it.

“Here's the address. And don't forget to say your apologies to them. We're half an hour late for the delivery,“ the girl at the counter informs me as she pens down the address.

I almost ask where the other workers are and why they didn't do the delivery. But I can't even voice my thoughts. So I just stay mute.

She hands me the piece of paper and I head out. I go to the parking lot and hop on one of the scooters we use for delivery. I put on the helmet and drove off.

I get to the address in thirty minutes. It's a cottage in the middle of the woods. The chirping crickets give the place a relaxing aura. I grab the package and go to the front door. I knock a few times and press the doorbell but there's no answer.

With a sigh, I head to the back of the house. I'm awed to see a deck-board bridge that has rose petals decorated on it.

I walk through the bridge and it leads me to a beautiful garden.

“Wow!“

My head keeps turning to all sides, admiring the breathtaking decor. Someone went all out to do this. There's a path and I walk through it, wondering just what this place is.

I'm forced to halt when I see two people in front of me. There's a dinner table set between them. It has candles, roses, champagne bottles, and glasses. I'm guessing the pizza is an appetizer or a dessert, I don't know. I don't care.

No one told me I was coming to the Johnsons' residence. It isn't in the address. And this isn't the royal mansion. So why was he here? Why did he seem so at home?

I am freaking out as I check the address again.

“Oh God!“ it is. How the hell did I not see it? I glance at the two in front of me, and it's a good thing I'm yet to be noticed.

I quickly hide behind the flowers, ducking and taking a peek at them.

Larry is now on his feet and he stretches out a hand for Evelyn. She takes it and stands too. He walks around the table to where she's standing.

He is holding a small box and he opens it to take out a gold-studded necklace. Evelyn gasps. I bite down my gasp as I watch them.

“Just thought I should get a little something to commemorate our two years together,“ He wears the necklace on her neck, ”Perfect, just like our two years have been,“

Yet he's cheating on her with her best friend? I don't get it. If he's so happy with her, then why cheat? Is it a necessity or just the way guys are?

Still, I find myself blushing at the sight. Don't blame me. I'm a sick romantic. Moments like this leave me in tears.

“I don't care what happens in the mating ball two weeks from now. It's always gon' be you. I love you, and I'd rather have my dick cut off than replace you,“

”Not your dick. Can't bear not being able to suck it ever again,“ Evelyn pouts.

Larry gives a dimpled smile. “It's impossible to have my dick cut off. The same way it's impossible to replace you,”

“Do you mean that, or you just saying stuff you think I wanna hear?“

“I've never been more serious, love. So dear, yeah? Do you still love me?“

“You know I do, silly,“ Evenlyn chuckles and kisses him, “I love you, Larry Johnson, No. I'm crazy about you,“

“Not as much as I am,“ He chuckles, pulls her to himself, and crashes his lips on hers.

My eyes are wet from watching them. I glance at the package in my hands. What do I do with it? No way am I gonna go over there. They'll cut my legs off.

“See something interesting?“ A husky voice whispers in my ear and I jerk away in fright.

I turn to find the three brothers standing in front of me. Lucas, Lincoln, and Lynn. They are all dressed in black. So it took a few more seconds to identify them.

“What? Cat got your tongue?“ Lucas scoffs, “What do you think you doing hiding here? What the fuck are you even doing here? It's off-limits to strangers,”

Oh God! I take a few steps back, trembling and thinking of how I'm gonna get out of this mess.

“I–I uh–I came to deliver this,“ I show them the package, hoping it will redeem me of the impending torture.

“Larry doesn't eat pizzas made by locals. Try a better lie next time,“ Lucas scoffs. I'm not surprised he's the only one doing the talk. It's always like that when he's with his brothers. They let him take control.

“No, I mean it. Here, I was given the address,“ I hand him the paper. His eyes glint with confusion as he looks at it.

“Who the fuck do you think you trying to mess with?“ He growls, then his gaze averts over my shoulder, “Did you place an order?“

“Do I suddenly have wings?“ Larry's voice resounds behind me, “Of course, I didn't. Gross,“

“But- but –“ I find myself stuttering and I hate it. Now they're gonna think I'm lying. Their hard gaze on me is messing with my nerves and that's why I'm short of words. If only I can call Mr. Gareth and have him explain to them that there was indeed an order. But I don't have a phone and I can't mind-link. I'm too weak for that.

“Yeah, come up with another lie. But do make it logical, for your sake,“ Lynn scoffs with a chuckle.

“She doesn't have enough wits for that,” Lincoln snorts. Always delivering a low blow.

Hot tears rolled down my eyes. If I keep quiet, they're gonna punish me for ignoring them. If I say something to vindicate myself, it's gonna be tagged as a lie. So what do I do? This is such a heart-wrenching dilemma.

“Maybe a little torture will make her talk,“ Evelyn speaks. She is standing next to Larry, her arm linked with his.

I glance up at her and the wicked glint in her eyes makes me gasp. Fuck me She did this! Evelyn plotted this. To get me in trouble with the brothers.

How could you be so wicked, Evelyn Lopez? We're supposed to be family!