Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217

I sat frozen on my bed, his words echoing in my mind.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my hands trembling as I raised them to cover

my mouth.

Lucas had left the country so suddenly 8 years ago, citing a rare

business opportunity abroad. He hadn’t even said goodbye. I’d always

found it strange, but never suspected…

Could Drake have been behind Lucas’s departure? Had he threatened

him or somehow forced him to leave? My mind raced with

possibilities, each more disturbing than the last.

I stared at my phone on the bedside table, my mind racing. If Drake

had that kind of power–to essentially exile someone from the

country–what else was he capable of?

My fingers hovered over the screen, unsure who I could even trust

with these suspicions. I frowned, suddenly feeling very alone and

very, very trapped.

“Fuck,” I muttered, rubbing my temples as a headache began to build.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

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The night pressed down like a suffocating blanket over the outskirts

of Phoenix Village. No moon pierced the thick cloud cover, leaving

the streets in near–total darkness. Perfect for what we had planned.

I adjusted my silver–rimmed glasses, a muscle twitching in my jaw as

I watched from the shadows. Samuel Wright staggered down the

street, laughing like he hadn’t put Elsa in the hospital. My fingers

tightened around my walking cane until my knuckles turned white.

The rage I’d been suppressing all day churned in my gut like acid.

“Look at that fucking bastard,” Noah whispered beside me, his

massive frame vibrating with barely contained fury. “Strutting around

like he’s untouchable after what he did to Elsa. I should rip his

goddamn throat out.”

“Patience,” I murmured, though every fiber of my being wanted the

same. I inhaled slowly, trying to mask the scent of my anger. Samuel

reeked of cheap whiskey and self–satisfaction from twenty feet away.

The stench made my nostrils flare in disgust.

Samuel was howling with laughter now, slapping one of his

companions on the back as they parted ways. “See you tomorrow, you

drunken assholes!” he shouted, his words slurring together. He turned

down a darker alley, heading toward his home, completely unaware of

our presence.

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I nodded to Noah, Lucas’s assistant, my eyes cold as ice. “Now.”

Samuel rounded the corner and collided directly with me. He

stumbled back, blinking in confusion, the impact causing him to sway

dangerously.

“What the fuck? Watch where you’re going,” he slurred, then paused

as recognition slowly dawned in his bloodshot eyes. His face twisted

with contempt. “Wait… you’re…”

Before he could finish, Noah grabbed him by the collar and dragged

him deeper into the shadows of the alley. Samuel’s alcohol–soaked

breath filled the air as he struggled, his momentary surprise giving

way to drunken bravado.

“Get your fucking hands off me, you piece of shit,” he growled, spittle

flying as he struggled against Noah’s iron grip. His face flushed dark

red with effort. “Do you know who I am? I can handle cops, you think

I’m scared of you motherfuckers?”

I stepped forward, the tip of my metal cane tapping softly against the

pavement. My outward calm was a stark contrast to the inferno raging

inside me. Every time I blinked, I saw Elsa’s bandaged arm,

her pain-

filled eyes.

“Mr. Wright,” I said, my voice deceptively soft, almost conversational.

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