Chapter 595: +Chapter 595+
Nikolai already had his door open when a trio dashed out of the club, running like bats out of hell. They jumped into the nearest car and made to drive off.
Despite this, no one made any move to stop them, everyone standing on the fringes like they were wary of interfering.
Nikolai got back into the car so they could give chase, but there was scarcely any need for that because Asher came gunning out of the club.
The Mafia King was splashed with blood, his hair wild and free, hazel eyes glowing almost unnaturally. Despite his disarray, he was completely unharmed, not a single rip or tear in his clothes.
He closed the distance between the club and the car the escaping gang members had taken, leaping after his running start and landing squarely on the roof of the car.
The sheer force of his landing forced the car low enough to render the tires useless, a deep groove right where he landed.
The men’s horrified screams could be clearly heard from how loud they got, Asher’s hair and fur coat streaming out behind him as he leaned forward and shattered the windshield with his fists like it was made out of ice, pulling out the driver through the jagged glass.
Nikolai had gotten out of the car again, and this time, Davian joined him.
Hearing Lake’s retelling was one thing, seeing it for himself was another. It would explain why everyone was quietly in the background, like if they made the wrong move, they would get a share of what the gang members were having.
"What the fuck?" Nikolai muttered, a look of concerned disbelief on his face. Asher’s speed and strength were on par with a big cat, or shit - a mythical creature. Considering how easily he tossed the men out of the car like rag dolls.
Davian was quiet, but his expression wasn’t much different. The gang members tossed out of the cars wouldn’t be getting up, but Asher went over to each one of them, easily crushing their heads like melons under a foot.
He didn’t even notice their arrival or the existence of anyone around him, dashing back to the nightclub to pick up from where he left off.
With a grim expression, Davian started for Jael. He needed an explanation, pronto.
Nikolai was right next to him, the other Mafia King sharing his sentiments.
Jael straightened up from the car he had been leaning on and walked over to them, meeting them halfway.
"There better be a damn good explanation for this." Davian gritted out.
Jael reached into a pocket and took out a mint, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. "I wish I had one." He said quietly, a rare look of helplessness in his eyes.
Nikolai had been about to reach for a cigar, but he stopped himself halfway and stretched out a palm. "Give me some of that," He demanded darkly.
Jael obliged, placing a fistful of mints on his palm. "I do have an explanation, just not a good one." He clarified, his gaze drifting to the chaos that was going on inside the club.
"We really don’t know much about the bloodline curse," He started, "No matter how much I dig, everything seems to cut off right when the very first Knight settled in Haines."
They were some distance away from everyone else, so the conversation was as good as private, considering the ruckus that was going on in the nightclub.
"There’s nothing about where he came from, either; he seemed to have just appeared, quickly building a name for himself. The Knights only had a single successor out of necessity, all of them predisposed to running through women as fast a booze."
"And they were all this inhumanely strong?" Nikolai prompted, the cooling taste of mint spreading over his tongue.
Jael pushed a hand through his hair, "No clue, only their social and moral instability and impulsiveness were really recorded."
Davian’s attention hadn’t left the entrance to the club the entire time, "So there’s a chance that Asher is an outlier?"
"I already called up Asher’s dad this morning," Jael’s gaze grew distant, "He didn’t pick up."
"I didn’t know Gage was still alive," Nikolai murmured.
"Gage is pretty strong, but I don’t think he was break-steel-doors and bend-guns strong." Jael got back on topic.
"And I take it that Gage doesn’t have any answers?" Davian lifted a brow.
"Asher’s relationship with his dad is pretty sour, but all Gage has to say about it is to insist Asher sire an heir," Jael said honestly. Most of the information he had about the bloodline curse had been dug up himself; Gage almost never spoke about it.
"That’s pretty fucking helpful," Davian quipped sarcastically, the first to notice Asher stepping out of the club. "Asher’s out."
All three looked over at that, the Mafia King stood calmly in the entrance to the nightclub, his head swerving from side to side like he was searching for something. He only moved when he zeroed in on Jael, wasting no time coming over.
"The next club?" He prompted, voice calm for all his wild appearance and burning eyes.
"Maybe you should take a breather, the men are already handling it," Jael said cautiously, intently studying Asher’s reaction.
"Don’t get in my way," The Mafia King simply said in that calm tone.
It reminded Jael of the first time Asher had come to him to be tied down, it made his skin crawl. "Neon Nights." He gave in, already moving. "I’ll drive you there."
Asher’s empty eyes passed over the other two standing, not a hint of recognition in those fiery eyes. He quickly went after Jael, hopping into the car.
Davian didn’t hesitate, heading to his car with a curse on his lips. Unless they could somehow figure out a way to subdue the Alpha, they had no other option but to humor him until he snapped out of whatever he had going on.
Nikolai ditched the mints as soon as he got in the car, lighting up a cigar with a dark expression. He completely understood why Jael had asked them both for help, this was a complete shitshow.