Czar Gregovivk Part 3
"Then?" Sieta looks at me, curious, as I enter the butcher's office, pushing the pile of documents aside.
"Ramsés will do his part. He will track the children who have been adopted and those who are still to be." I reply quietly, walking to the corner desk and pouring myself a glass of vodka. "Is she home yet?"
"Yes, I left her after I picked her up from work. She was a bit skittish about moving into your house and being taken to and from the gallery, but I smoothed things over. I told her it’s just because of the distance, since her house is further from the center, and she let the issue drop after I took her to get her birth control." Sieta speaks softly. "And about her, will they say she is one of the alpha submissives before the council?"
"No!" I shake my head and take a large gulp of my drink. "Her name will be protected."
"Do you really trust that clever mummy Ramsés, Greg?" She has her eyes on me as I turn.
"I trust him as much as I would trust a fox guarding a henhouse. But Ramsés is a smart man, a natural player; he enjoys being one step ahead of his enemies." I lower the glass and walk closer to the window, looking at the gray sky over Moscow. "I suspect he has a hidden special interest in finding the Elite gifts that have already been delivered; I just haven’t figured out what it is yet."
"Sounds just like that sneaky mummy." She takes a deep breath and leans back in her chair. "And how will your trial go?"
"It will follow the course; we will maintain discretion about Mabel. If Morgana already knows she’s with me, as I suspect she does," I divert my gaze from the sky and look at my cousin, "I prefer she thinks I have no idea who the girl is. On the day of the trial, Ramsés will bring Macro before the council and throw all the shit in the fan. The boy will be the living proof, not Mabel."
"That's risky for both you and her, Greg." Sieta slowly waves the pen in her fingers. "I don’t trust Morgana; she’s not the type of woman who sits back without doing something to cover her own ass."
"I'll be fine; I'm not worried about that." I smile at her and shake my head. "As it’s my trial, it gives me the choice of where I’ll be judged. And it will be in my house, under my rules."
"You'll keep her locked up here."
"Yes, our number of men will be doubled on the day of the trial, and the doors will be sealed. As long as neither you nor I give the order, no one enters or leaves here." I rub the back of my neck and feel my shoulders tense. "Can you handle everything today, or do you need me to stay?"
"No, I can manage." She shakes her head and gives me a smile. "The house isn’t too full; go home and rest a bit; you need it."
I nod in agreement, bidding her farewell as I leave the office, Sebastian's face still shining in my mind.
"Do you think I predicted what could happen?" he asks me bitterly, shaking his head. "I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I became vulnerable."
"But did you know exactly what the boy was?"
"No, I didn't know. Czar, I had no idea. It was supposed to be just a game; he was lost, so unhappy..." He takes a deep breath and sits on the edge of the bed. "But then everything got out of my control; it wasn’t me controlling him anymore, but him controlling me."
"You’re in love with him, Sebastian; you became emotionally involved with your submissive." I take a step forward and study his face. "That's why you couldn’t distance yourself from him when he came after you, when the game was over... Macro is your companion."
"Heavens!" He stands up and shakes his head, rubbing his face. "You know I’m the only counselor who can’t have a companion. I can never have Macro, but I'm weak... in body, in soul... and I couldn’t stay away from him." His shoulders slump as Sebastian exhales slowly. "You wouldn't understand what it’s like, how he completes me, how he captivated me with his submission; you’ve never felt that way about anyone."
Yes, I understand Sebastian’s weakness more than he can imagine, and how easy it was for the young Macro to enchant the dominator within the soul of the counselor before me, leading him to fall to his knees before the feeling.
"I only needed to have him once, and I knew that young man was made for me..." He smiles sadly, with melancholy reflected in his gaze. "Macro has suffered too much; I just want to protect him..."
"If you really wanted that, you would have told me the truth when I called you; you wouldn’t have given me false information, omitting that the boy wasn’t initiated by you," I growl with anger, feeling not a shred of mercy, which Sebastian pleads for with his gaze.
"He’s just a lost boy, Czar, with a sad past..."
"Do you think your young pupil suffered? That his past is sad?" I ask angrily, shaking my head. "Ask him to tell the past of Mabel and what price he paid to betray her. I have no pity for him, Sebastian; I have no clemency for you. And I will hunt him down to keep her safe. Don’t expect any benevolence from me, not when Macro showed none when he sold Mabel to the worm who hurt her, to get her out of a life of prostitution and bring her here at Morgana’s behest."
"He’s just a boy, Czar..."
"And she was just a child when she was dragged into hell, when she was sold as a piece of meat." I take a step forward and keep my eyes locked on his, letting him know I will not change my mind. "I need to speak with him, and I will do so with your permission or not. If you interfere in this, Sebastian, I will consider you my enemy, and I assure you Morgana will be your least concern."
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