CHAPTER 58: DRUGS, DO YOU HAVE ANY?

Roman’s POV

After what Kael did today, we were in a merry mood for the first time in a long while. The weight of accepting that bitch Sophia as our mate, in case Kael gave in to her request, had finally been lifted.

From the looks of it, after treating her, Kael might just keep his distance from her—and that would be truly great.

"He doesn’t fancy that bitch. This calls for a celebration," Lucian announced as he stood up from the sofa, his tone dripping with enthusiasm. "And to celebrate it, I am going to cook again for you all. A feast for the gods."

Jason and I exchanged a look. Wasn’t this bastard being overly enthusiastic about cooking these days?

"You’re going to celebrate by cooking?" I asked, arching a brow. "As far as I remember, your way of celebrating always includes drinking and fucking some bitches."

"This celebration calls for my hungry stomach, not my cock," he replied without even turning to look at me.

I turned to Jason. "Let’s help him prepare whatever feast he’s planning."

"You first go and free Rafe. He must be getting irritated by now," Jason suggested.

Just as he said that, Rafe walked back into the drawing room, clearly relieved the old couple had left. "I can’t stand there as her watchdog. You guys do it," he declared.

I pushed myself off the sofa to leave, but Lucian spoke again. "Seems like we five won’t be able to stay together like before. All because of that bitch," he spat. "We just got rid of one from our lives, but this one stays—and who knows for how long."

"There’s no need for any of us to be by her side all the time," Jason said, picking up the tablet from the centre table. "We can see her directly here through the cameras we installed there." He put one small device on the centre table, "Tell that bitch to press the button on it whenever she is in a mood to trouble to us."

I glanced at the tablet screen as Jason switched it to the bedroom feed.

She was still on the couch by the window, but had fallen asleep, resting her side against the backrest. Her legs were bare, exposed as the blanket that had been covering her had slipped halfway down the couch.

I frowned at the sight, only for Jason to comment, "Now you’re going to object to having a camera in the bedroom? You can go fuck her. It’s not the first time we’d be watching you fucking a whore."

"I’m more than willing to let you see how well I fuck her," I shot back with equal mockery. "But for now, I have to go and put that damn blanket on her so she doesn’t freeze in the cold air and fall sick."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Want to join him in fucking the bitch?" I heard Rafe ask Jason.

"I would rather be celibate than fuck her," Jason retorted bitterly as I stepped out of the house.

Somewhere deep down, I knew Jason and Lucian didn’t truly mean it when they claimed they didn’t want to fuck her. They sure did, but their hatred wouldn’t let them admit it.

A bitch in the house, left untouched by us—that would be the greatest wonder. Not like we’ve ever cared who the bitch was before fucking her, and Eira was no different.

The only difference was that we had known her before, when she used to be so innocently beautiful. I doubt any of us hadn’t wished to get our hands on her even back then. But sadly, she was a minor.

I entered the bedroom and picked up the shawl to cover her, but just as I reached her, she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"You should sleep on the bed instead," I said. "Sleeping like this will only strain your body."

She didn’t respond. Her gaze lingered for a moment before her eyes closed again.

I exhaled a deep sigh and gently wrapped the shawl around her shoulders.

"I’m in the main house," I told her, placing the device Jason had handed me on the bedside table. "If you need anything, just press the button."

Still, no response—only silence.

I added, glancing up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling, "We’ll be watching you from that to make sure you’re fine."

It was a warning. A reminder that we had eyes on her—so no tricks, no stunts.

"I’ll return with dinner. Is there anything you want to eat?" I asked, not really expecting her to answer.

But then she spoke. "Drugs. Do you have any?"

Damn she finally spoke and that too to ask once again for something she shouldn’t.

"I told you last time, you can’t," I said firmly while adjusting the blanket over her bare legs. "If you want, I can bring you some books to read. You used to like reading, didn’t you?"

Her eyes met mine, cold and void of any emotion.

"For the past six years, I’ve consumed more drugs than food," she said. "If you won’t give it to me, you’ll be the one in trouble when I start getting withdrawal symptoms. Trust me, you won’t want that."

Oh, she knew how to talk. And to do it so fucking coldly. Not bad.

"We’ll deal with it when it comes," I replied without flinching. "But drugs are out of the question."

She turned her gaze away, toward the window, as if speaking to me any further was a waste of her breath. She wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t getting any.

I left the side house and returned to the main home where my brothers waited. Most of my time today had been spent with her, and I didn’t want them thinking I’d abandoned them.

Besides, I would be sleeping with her tonight anyway. So this evening was for my brothers.

Like Lucian said, it really was a day worth celebrating.