Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 95: One lucky bastard

Kael Dreaven

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

The words sliced through the room like a blade, sharp and slow.

That smile on Caspian’s face, wide, crooked, too calm, made my stomach churn.

He looked like a god toying with mortals, drunk on power, basking in the chaos.

"What do you mean?! I was there! I heard the gunshots— I..." Kain’s voice broke like glass, and he fought harder against the hands holding him with raw panic in his eyes.

Caspian’s laugh slithered through the room like poison.

"Of course you were there," he said smoothly. "How could I forget? That little boy in the wardrobe... shaking like a leaf. Eyes so wide they looked like they’d fall out of your skull. Red. Swollen. You were crying so loud I almost felt sorry for you."

The man turned for a second with a knowing smile, then he turned his focus back on Kain, his eyes narrowing as he continued to say. "I never denied pulling the trigger that night." He took a sharp exhale, turning to me, "Would you rather I break the egg? That of course will be my pleasure."

The moment his lips twisted to speak again, but I didn’t let him as I launched myself forward, afraid of whatever it was that was going to come out of his mouth next, better remain somewhere in his gut, because it’s going to ruin everything and I wasn’t going to let it. However;

Before I could get halfway, several footsteps came behind me and within seconds, I was surrounded by the Betas that worked for him, but any man in my situation who has everything to lose wouldn’t care about his life right now, because I didn’t. My fist cracked into the first Beta’s jaw with a satisfying crunch. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Another one lunged, but I grabbed his collar and kneed him in the stomach, once, twice, then swung him straight into the nearest wall. The third got in a hit to my ribs, but I didn’t care. Pain didn’t register. Only he did, and I’m not going to stop until I rip his vocal cord out and shoved it down his throat.

He stood there, calm like the fucking moon, like he was watching a child throw a tantrum. And I, like the idiot I was, I still charged, teeth bared, heart thundering, all reason drowned beneath a wave of hatred, despite knowing fully well he thrived on my pain, I still lounged at him,

I was so close, just an arm’s length to wrapping my hand around his throat.

Then, his voice cut through me.

"Another inch closer to where I’m sitting," he said softly, "and I’m afraid that sweet little boy will have all his delicate little finger bones snapped... one by one."

I froze mid-step.

The world tilted. My lungs squeezed tight.

He smiled. "You know what I mean, Kael. After all... you’re no stranger to that. And you know exactly what I could do to the boy. So don’t test me, son." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

And just like that... the adrenaline bled away from my veins, leaving me cold. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe as my hand fell to my side, trembling at the flashes of memories of those small fingers being snapped, bones being broken, and that screams, that same small voice pleading, Please, no more over and over again.

I swallowed hard. My eyes burned.

I never wanted that to happen to him. Never. No one should go through that.

Caspian, having seen me petrified, let out a soft sigh, like I’d bored him. "As I was saying, child," he turned his gaze back to Kain, "your father is one lucky bastard. Two bullets to the chest and yet, somehow, he lived. I must admit I’m somehow impressed with how he managed to hide. Well he wasn’t so good at it as he only did it for quite some time."

Kain’s body jolted as if struck. He didn’t say anything, but his shoulders shook. His arms trembled violently in the guards’ hold, like they couldn’t bear the weight of what they were hearing.

"But I have eyes everywhere you see? And eventually, I found him. Although I must say it took some time..." he paused, tilting his head. "But it was worth it. And of course, I couldn’t just let it go, could I? Since he raised a hand against me. Had the audacity to survive, so tell me child..." He shrugged casually, "what do you think I should’ve done with him?"

Kain’s face was drained of color. His lips parted, but no words came out. He looked like he might collapse from the weight of it all.

The devil incarnate reached for a bottle of wine on the table. Poured himself another half full glass. Took a slow, delicate sip. "Mmm," he hummed, "aged well."

Then, like this was all a game to him, he turned toward me.

"And that’s where it’s over to you, I hope my son wouldn’t mind narrating what happened next," he said with a smirk. "Additionally, if Sebastian Locke had any last words for his dear son... well. Now might as well be the right time to pass them on."

His eyes glittered. Mocking. Daring.

And then—

Kain looked at me.

God.

That look.

His lashes were wet, his eyes glassy, but burning. Burning with something between disbelief and desperation. And I recognized that look, a child’s hoping for his mother’s love. A lover’s hope. A mother’s hope. How could I not recognize the same look my mother had when he received those heartbreaking photos, yet, still hope father would come in the next second and tell her it’s all a lie, despite the truth being indisputably there.

"You didn’t do it...right... tell me he was lying... he.." he whispered, like the words were afraid to exist.

"Did you? Just say the words .. you didn’t do it do you?"

I felt it all then.

The air disappeared from my lungs.

My mouth went dry.

And all I could do was stand there, frozen, while the question ripped me in two.

Because I couldn’t say it.

I couldn’t say "no" and I couldn’t say "yes."

I couldn’t lie to him... and I couldn’t protect him either.

"Kain... I.. God..." I was still unable to find the right words when the door creaked open.

Heels tapped across the marble floor, light, unhurried. Like the storm in the room didn’t matter.

"Sorry to interrupt," a female said, her voice as casual as her smirk. "But the little prince woke up. Thought he might stop crying after seeing his mama."

She said, stepping into the light, with Brian in her arms.