Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 94: Prodigal son

Kain Locke

I was mad through the whole ride.

Mad at Kael for everything. Mad at myself for trusting him with Brian. Mad that I let this happen. That I let myself get close, only to be used all over again. And most of all, mad that I wasn’t there when Brian needed me.

Why didn’t I stay with him after reading him that bedtime story?

Why did I leave?

Why?

I couldn’t even tell how far we’d flown. My head was a mess, just Brian. Only Brian. Nothing else mattered. I swear, I’d do anything, anything, to keep him safe.

The car flew so fast it felt like the air might tear apart. None of us said a word. Silence hung over us, heavy and tight. It felt like we were stuck in the longest moment of my life.

When we finally landed, I didn’t need anyone to tell me where we were. I recognized it right away, Caspian’s place.

The last time I came here... was for a different reason. But now, there’s no more hiding. Everything’s already out in the open.

Kael jumped out of the car first. I followed, I didn’t even bother to close the car door behind me as my legs moved on their own, storming toward the entrance.

The second we stepped out, the guards raised their guns like we were intruders, and maybe we are at this instance, but I don’t care at all.

I didn’t stop walking, just kept my eyes on the entrance even with the gun pointed at us.

At the door, one of them stepped forward, scarred, built like a tank, his gun raised straight at Kael’s chest.

"The boss ain’t taking visitors. Not even a fly gets through." He sneered.

I was about to snap, but Kael beat me to it.

He grabbed the guy’s wrist, twisted hard, so hard I heard the sound of his bone cracking—and he ripped the gun from his hand, followed by one punch to the face and the man was on the ground.

Another rushed forward. Kael spun, ducked under a swing, drove an elbow into his gut, grabbed the weapon, and cracked it across the man’s head. Blood sprayed.

And then chaos.

More guards poured in, shouting and charging,

I didn’t think twice before I threw myself into the chaos, slammed my elbow into someone’s ribs, kicked another away from Kael. My fists were flying before my brain caught up.

Jay joined as well,

That continued for sometimes until the last guard dropped with a groan, coughing blood on the steps.

Kael didn’t spare him a glance. He shoved the doors open like they weren’t twice his weight, "Wait in the car." He said to Jay who nodded at his command before storming inside with fury written all over his back.

I followed, heart pounding, chest tight.

The inside hadn’t changed, same sleek marble floors, same high ceilings, same suffocating cold. Only this time, I wasn’t here as a ghost.

The moment we stepped into the sitting room, just that, I hadn’t expected him to be there,

Reclined on the velvet sofa like he owned the air itself, legs crossed leisurely, swirling a glass of dark liquor in his hand. Calm. Effortless. Like our intrusion meant nothing.

He adjusted his cufflinks with slow precision, then let one foot fall to the ground. His eyes, cold and polished like sharpened glass, lifted to meet ours, the corners of his mouth barely twitching.

"How many times," he said, voice smooth but carrying steel, "do I have to tell you not to beat up my men?"

I didn’t answer, none of us did.

"Where is he?" I asked, my voice sharper than I expected.

"Where is he?" Kael echoed, tone low, dangerous.

Their eyes locked, father and son, one drenched in years of power, the other in rage barely restrained. The room tensed like it could explode. Like any scene you could expect from two predators face off.

Relax," the man sighed, sipping his drink. "The boy’s fine. Better than you, I’d say."

He’s really here.. I was about to storm forward, but as if Kael read my mind, he pulled me back with his hand and stepped forward, his fists clenched. "You touched him—"

I didn’t care what unresolved hell burned between father and son. So they can tear each other apart for all I care.

I just wanted who’s mine. Brian. And I won’t fucking wait here for that to happen because he tells me so!

My legs moved before my thoughts did, and I charged straight at the bastard on the couch, not caring what might happen, not caring if I got shot or slammed into the ground. If he’d laid even a finger on my son, I’d tear his throat out with my teeth.

But I didn’t get the chance because the door to the left swung open with a violent bang, and before I could blink, they had already rushed in, hands grabbed me from behind. Two, no, several men restrained me, yanking my arms back with enough force to pop something.

"If it isn’t the prodigal son himself," Caspian said with a light smile.

He wasn’t talking to Kael.

He was talking to me.

"I’m not your son!" I spat, struggling violently against the hold. "Don’t you dare call me one!"

"A word an ingrate would say," he mused, his eyes sweeping over me like I was a cracked painting. "I don’t remember raising you to be such a rude and feral creature."

"Because you didn’t raise me," I snapped.

He gave a long, almost theatrical sigh, like I’d disappointed him.

Like I owed him something.

"Where is he? Fucking dammit! Just give me the boy!" Kael thundered, his voice shaking the walls, snapping me back for a second, reminding me he was still here.

Caspian didn’t flinch, instead he feigned offense, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve with exaggerated care. Then he gave a dry chuckle, the kind that grated like gravel.

"The boy? Or do you mean to say my grandson." His voice dripped with mockery. "Well, isn’t today full of drama? Not only was I barged up on in my own home, now I have my son and the other boy I gave a life to, spitting in my face and barking like mad dogs."

That sentence, the boy I gave a life to, it struck something inside me. Not the claim, but the gall. The twisted, smug claim that he had ever done something good for me.

"You gave me a life?" I snarled, disbelief bubbling over. "That was your idea of life?"

I thrashed in their grip, eyes stinging with fury, voice hoarse with rage. "You stripped away everything! You murdered my parents, stole my name, my memories, my whole damn soul! And now? Now you’re still trying to play god!"

I had never wanted to kill someone so badly in my life like I wanted to kill this man right now.

Caspian just laughed. Not like someone amused, no. It was theatrical. Dark. Like he was already writing the next page of our pain.

"And here I was," he said as he set his cup down carefully, "thinking you came for a party. Tch.."

Then, as casually as if discussing the weather, he added, "Said I killed your parents? Of course, I’m not going to argue with that, but I’m going to ask you. Did I?"

He paused for effect, then tilted his head, a wicked glint in his eye.

"Oh, yes... I remember. I split your mother’s skull open myself. Watched her bleed out like a cracked wine cask. And your father? Well... do you really think two bullets were enough to kill a lucky bastard like him?"

My heart stopped, what was this man saying?

He leaned back with that same infuriating smile, then turned his head toward Kael.

"That question... isn’t for me to answer. Is it?"

He raised a brow. "Why don’t you tell him, Kael? Who pulled the second trigger on Sebastian Locke... and whose gun the bullet came from?"