The Critical Trilogy Box Set by Wearmouth

Author:Wearmouth [Wearmouth & Barnes & Barnes, Colin F. & Wearmouth, Darren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Aimee smiled at Augustus. He returned a glare and straightened his mask.

The lying whore had escaped his assassination attempt. His team from the local tavern screwed up. Worse still, she probably had assistance from his stolen property, Jackson and Baliska. Both stood at the far end of the table in Aimee’s chamber, ready for action. Another fool, tall with red hair, completed the cabal of snakes.

He clenched both fists. He raised his quivering right hand toward Aimee and extended a bony finger. “I demand to know what’s going on. Who gave you permission to take my prisoners?”

Aimee let out a long sigh. “Your prisoners, Augustus? This is my town. I own every prisoner. You’re only welcome as long as you understand that.”

He leaned forward on the table. “Jackson is my property.”

“We’re not in ancient Rome, and your mother ship is gone,” she said, looking down her nose. If they were alone in the room, he wouldn’t think twice about slitting the bitch’s throat. “Unity has no slaves, only prisoners.”

Aimee backed away and stood behind the two men and large creature at the end of the room. Baliska hopped a couple of steps forward. Jackson scowled at Augustus. They would pay for this contempt.

“Who’s the freak?” the man with the red hair asked Charlie.

Augustus smashed his fist on the table and pointed at the newcomer. “Who is this cretin?”

“I’m Denver Jackson. Who are you?”

“Jackson… you must be Charlie’s bastard.” Feeling betrayed and out of the loop, he couldn’t contain a sudden surge of extra anger.

He picked up a wine cup and threw it against the wall.

Orange wine splashed everywhere as the goblet bounced off and landed by his feet. “His son!? Why wasn’t I informed of his presence?”

The conniving went way deeper than Augustus expected. These people would pay with their lives.

Charlie put his arm around Denver. “Son, meet Augustus. A supposed Roman emperor, chief croatoan ass kisser and loser of empires.”

Augustus thought about picking up a china plate and throwing it at Charlie’s face, but decided against it. He brought muscle with him, no need to get his hands dirty by fighting the peasants. “Is he really your son, Charlie? Gregor told me he’s a bastard. The red hair leads me to believe that lazy piece of shit told the truth.”

Denver made to launch forward, but Charlie held him back.

“You’re testing my patience,” Aimee said. “Do you know anything about an attack on me this morning?”

Augustus sneered. She had already tested his patience to its limit. “I can think of at least a hundred people who would like you dead. You may not realize it, but you’re not as universally liked as you think you are, nor half as clever. The underclass listen to me. I keep them content instead of letting them revolt.”

Aimee’s brow furrowed. “How is that even possible? You’ve only lived here for a few weeks. Before that, you were just an occasional visitor. Most have never even mentioned your name. I think you’re letting your ego get to you again.

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