Chapter 2-Anger

ALEXANDER WOKE up from a bad dream last night. He felt mad again because he couldn’t get up to get something to drink. Another thing that made him angry was that Tibor had not returned since yesterday. His father was the one watching over him the morning he woke up. He didn’t want to talk to him, so he had no way of knowing where Tibor was.

Alexander clenched his right fist as he remembered his dream. He quickly pressed the red button on his side to call his guard. Two of them eagerly went in and both their faces were expressing concern.

“Is Tibor not back yet?”

The two guards looked at each other and couldn’t open their mouths so Alexander got even more bad-tempered.

“Are you going to talk or do you want me to blow your heads off?!” He yelled at them.

The two broke in cold sweats as they glanced at the gun that was next to Alexander. They knew the young man, his anger was always worse than his father’s.

“Please don’t, Young Master! I’m deeply sorry, but your father strictly ordered not to let you know about Boss Tibor’s current condition.” Dante’s voice trembled as he bowed his head.

Alexander quickly picked up the gun and pointed it at Troy. “Are you going to talk now, or do you want to see this one’s brain explode?”

Even Dante’s knees trembled in fear of the beastly man. He was so scared that he couldn’t even open his mouth anymore. When he looked at Troy, he was pale, and his knees were obviously shaking as well.

“Please have mercy on me, Young Master! Your father just doesn’t want your condition to get worse. But don’t worry, Boss Tibor is fine, and he’s just in the other room.” It was Troy who answered their angry master.

Even though he was weak and could barely move, Alexander managed to throw the gun he was holding at Troy. But the latter dodged it and Dante immediately approached him to prevent him from going berserk. “Take me to him right now!” He authoritatively commanded the guards.

“Calm down, Young Master! Please have mercy on us. Even if we don’t die at your hands, if Mr. Chairman finds out about this, you will definitely never see our handsome faces again!”

He glared at Dante, who dared to praise himself in the midst of his unrestrained rage. He was used to them; even though they carried sinister airs by their appearances alone, they were tame when in front of him. He was aware that it was not just because it was their job that they stayed by his side despite his ill temper. His mother found them in an orphanage and took them in. They used to be close like brothers, but the two were separated from him when his father sent them far away to train.

“Listen to us, Young Master. We don’t want to meet your mother from the afterlife so soon; she will definitely beat us up!” Troy begged him, too.

Alexander gradually calmed down when he remembered his mother. What Troy said was true, his mother had strictly instructed him and Dante not to leave him alone. When his mother was dying, they were also there to witness it. Both of them were weak, still wet behind the ears. Troy and Dante were only a few years older than him. And he was only 12 when the tragedy happened.

“Get your Young Master away from here and d-don’t leave him no matter what! Save him and don’t l-let danger befall him!” were the last words Alexander heard from his beloved mother before she breathed her last.

Dante and Troy looked at each other when their master suddenly fell silent.

“Young Master, Dante was just joking.”

Alexander ignored Troy. They knew that the memory of his mother softened his heart. It’s not that he didn’t want them to remind him of his mother, but it was always the painful past that came back to him at the mention of his mother. He will not rest until the person who killed his mother was found and punished. And Tibor? He was just lucky that he survived from being hit by a bullet that would have been for him then. He also tried to save his mother, but it was too late.

“Young Master?” the call brought him back from his trance.

“Give me your phone.” Alexander ordered Dante coldly.

Dante understandably handed the cell phone to Alexander. They breathed a sigh of relief seeing that he had calmed down.

Alexander quickly dialed his father’s number. He knew this was what he wanted, that he himself talk to him to let him see Tibor.

Laurenzo grinned when he saw the caller’s number. He already had an idea of who was on the other line.

“Take me to Tibor,” said Alexander in a cold voice when his father answered his call.

“I’ll pick you up from there.” Laurenzo answered emotionlessly.

Alexander quickly turned off the phone and carelessly handed it back to Dante. When he looked at the clock, it was early morning. Just then he wondered why his father was still awake.

“Young Master, your father is outside.”

Alexander turned to Dante with a puzzled look. He didn’t know what his father was thinking to have stayed up at such an hour. So he was just in Tibor’s room when he called?

Dante and Troy quickly supported Alexander and moved him to a wheelchair. He could somehow move his head already. They removed the neck support.

Even though he knew his father was outside, Alexander was still surprised to see him.

“I’ll do it!” Laurenzo shooed them and pushed his son’s wheelchair himself.

“How many nights have you been without sleep?” Alexander asked his father, albeit his voice was apathetic, when he noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“Your life and Tibor’s were put in danger so what do you expect me to do?” He replied.

“Huh, you’re just afraid of losing an heir.” He replied sarcastically to his father.

“I can have another child if I want to.”

“And with that woman?” Alexander snarled, his expression gravely dark.

Laurenzo could see his son’s eyes were burning with anger at this time. He only said that because he wanted to get back at him for insulting him. Five years had passed since he had a new relationship with a woman. Alexander had done awful things to his girlfriend several times but Lovina never gave up. One of the things his son disliked about the woman was because there was a big age gap. Lovina was only in her late thirties while he was over fifty.

“Leave me alone; I can handle myself!” He thoughtlessly pushed his father away when they stopped in front of a room.

Instead of listening to his son, he pushed his wheelchair again when the guard opened the door for them.

Alexander’s face remained obnoxious when they got inside. He immediately focused on the person lying in the hospital bed. He was awake and even smiled when he saw him. Instead of being at ease, he only got angrier at the fact that Tibor even managed to smile, even though his face was almost unrecognizable. He got worse injuries on his face than he did.

“Young Master, you shouldn’t have bothered to visit me here.” Tibor tried to get off the bed but the young man spoke first.

“Stay put, and who ordered you to get yourself beaten up like this?!” He yelled at Tibor.

“If you hadn’t been so reckless, this man wouldn’t have been in danger!”

Suddenly, Alexander stiffened in his seat when he heard the angry, baritone voice of a man. Even though he hadn’t seen his face yet, he knew whose voice it was. How could he not know? No one else dared to answer or speak to him like that but this person.

“If it wasn’t for your father, I might have picked you up myself and put you in jail to stop you from looking for trouble!”

Alexander looked violently at Dylan and even though his movement caused him pain, he did not let it show. “Don’t use my worthless father as an excuse! If you want to capture me then do it. All talk, aren’t we!”

Dylan gritted his teeth and his jaw tensed as he glared daggers at Alexander. He wanted to give his shitty face more bruises.

Alexander smirked when he saw the anger on Dylan’s face. But even though he was like a dragon that wanted to kill him with its fire, he still looked handsome. Alexander quickly scolded himself for admiring the man again. It had been five years since he last saw him. But he often heard his voice every time Tibor talked to him on the phone. He certainly had changed, especially his body.

Dylan stood up quickly and left the room without saying goodbye.

Alexander grinned again, as before, Dylan still couldn’t stand being in his presence. His gaze followed him out, even though he could only see his back, his person had a proud, strong aura. That transparent masculinity was unique to him; he couldn’t find it in any other men.