The JailBird Chapter 44

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🔸The JailBird:

🔸(Female • In • Disguise)🔸

TWO HOURS LATER, CLAN~ HOUSE OF ORLOVS*

Erik is currently in his office, checking out some documents over a cup of coffee when a guard knocked on the door.

“A report, sir!”

“Come on in” Erik looked up, and the guard came in fast, bowing.

“News came in just now that Mercy was beheaded, and the Thunder Tribe is down. Death wiped every living thing in the town out” he reported, and Erik spranged up.

“What!”

“It’s legit, sir, and he also sent men to look for Stravinsky’s grave” the guard remained bowing, and Erik angrily pushed down every document on his table.

Thunder Tribe might be a town of thugs and touts, but the most lucrative business connections comes from that town, which is why they’re carried like an egg in the underworld web.

Now they’re gone?

Madden wiped them out in one night?

“So… Who got the bags?” He asked with his teeth in his jaw.

“Death went to the bayou and got them before Igor” the guard replied, and this time, Erik lifted the table and flipped it upside down, breaking the black vase and chandelier too.

The office was a mess when Igor came in

“Father?” He said, and Erik slowly looked up with blazing eyes.

In another minute, he was already with him.

Igor received a first-class punch on the face immediately, but before he could recover from that, Erik slapped him thrice.

Igor staggered on the door, looking up with wet eyes.

“Father…

“I have always known you’re useless! Useless! I gave you the opportunity to prove your worth to me countless times, but what did you do? You disgraced me! Do you know how much the goods are worth? Trillions! Madden will never release them cos he believes they belong to his father, and yunno what this clan will experience from now on? Mockery! You irritate me!” Erik pushed him back.

Igor weakly fell out of the office, and Erik shut the door.

At this rate, Madden will eliminate anybody to get to the top.

He’s not joking, meaning he has to up his game too.

He has to reveal the real third child very soon.

He has to send Trixie away and bring in his real third child.

*

IGOR’S SUITE*

Close to ten bottles of alcohol are on the ground, and they’ve all been drained by Igor who’s laying flat in the middle of it all, drunk.

He’s laughing sillily from time to time, and there’s another bottle in his right hand which he’s gulping greedily.

His cheek is red from Erik’s slaps.

He looks pathetic as he drowned himself in the intoxication, and he was about to drink from the bottle again when Kimberly came in with Andrei.

Sin and Trixie followed behind, and the clicked their tongues when they saw his state.

“He probably received an earful from father” Trixie said.

Kimberly took the bottle from him and sat down beside him, trying to calm him.

“I still don’t understand how Madd got to the bayou before us” Sin wondered aloud.

“He probably knows of a shortcut that we don’t” Andrei replied.

“For someone who spent his childhood in the basement, he knows too much” Sin said.

“He didn’t spend everything there entirely, remember? He came out when he turned ten and trained himself” Trixie replied.

“He trained himself to be this strong?” Andrei asked surprisingly.

“Yeah, cos father never wanted him to train. Father didn’t get him trainers like Igor” Sin shrugged.

“And rumours said he saw the devil while in the basement. Maya saw it too in her room. You can’t blame them for being mad especially Madden” He said again and pulled Trixie.

“Let’s go”.

He left the suite with her, and Kimberly looked up.

“You should go, I’ll take care of him” she told Andrei.

“I’ll repeat the warning I always give you. Kill your feelings for Igor. He won’t reciprocate” Andrei replied and left the suite too.

Kimberly sighed, stroking Igor’s hair. He’s already asleep, saying nonsense in his drunk-sleep state.

“He got hit by The Pakhan cos of Adeline and Death… Isn’t Adeline biting more than she can chew? How dare she choke me?” she muttered.

Her eyes were hateful as she spoke.

She took another look at Igor and leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, then she smiled slowly.

“Don’t worry… I’ll stay by your side, always”

*

SIN’S SUITE*

“I’m starving!” Sin literally shouted, sitting in front of Trixie’s playstation with the controller in his hand.

There’s a bowl of sushki beside him which he’s crunching on as he played.

“You think you have the right to ask for food when we just failed a mission?” Trixie’s voice came from the bedroom.

“You mean because Igor’s mission failed, I should die of hunger? C’mon, Igor is the one obsessed with becoming the future Pakhan, not me” Sin replied, and he heard Trixie cackle.

“I’ll change my clothes, then we can go to the kitchen together” she said, and Sin nodded, throwing another piece of the snack into his mouth.

His phone buzzed beside him, and he grumbled without checking, but a minute later, it buzzed again.

“Who the heck” he dropped the controller and got his phone, pressing it on to check.

His heart flew immediately he saw the text, definitely sent from a burner phone.

• How have you been living after framing me for what I didn’t do, Sinclair?

Sin’s fingers were shaking as he typed a reply.

Sin: Corey?

He got a reply immediately.

• Glad you still recognize my mode of texting. I’ll see you soon, and get ready to be tortured.

The phone fell from Sin, and he swallowed, then Trixie came out of the bedroom.

“You ok?” She asked immediately.

Sin didn’t reply before picking the phone them running out of the suite.

“Sinclair!” Trixie went after him.

*

MAYA’S SUITE*

Standing by her window as usual, Maya has an unusual smile on her lips as she watched the park.

Jinx and Loud are just arriving, and they jointly carried Mercy’s body out of the car, taking it to the torture house for the dogs.

“Fun” Maya laughed, and her door opened.

Only one person comes in without knocking, and it’s exactly who she expected.

Klara.

“Mother?” She surprisingly said.

“I wanted to celebrate your brother’s victory tonight with you” Klara replied, coming closer.

“You should do it with Madden himself” Maya replied.

“You know how he is. He hates celebrations… He hates gatherings” Klara said, stroking Maya’s hair.

“But is it right to celebrate now? This is only just the start. Erik and Igor will hit back, I’m sure of it” Maya calmly said.

“Their hit won’t break a bone, trust Madden and I” Klara smiled lightly.

“And Corey… Are you sure Erik is not communicating with him? They’re close anyways” Maya squared her shoulders.

“Relax… it’s just starting” Klara pulled her towards the armchairs.

“Can’t believe that scum tried to rape you before escaping” Maya muttered, and Klara hugged her by the side.

“He’ll pay…” She said.

Maya released herself and went to her cellar.

She doesn’t drink alcohol much, so she went for champagne and got two flutes which she poured them in.

She handed one to Klara, and they clinked glasses.

“To victory”

“To Madden” Maya replied, and they shared light smiles before drinking.

*

MANOR, 11PM*

Adeline is outside.

This time, she sat on the white stone again, and she’s holding a bottle of cider, drinking occasionally from it.

It’s tasteless to her since it’s not vodka, but she has no choice. She just wants something to drink.

They succeeded in their mission, and Madden hid the bags in an unknown location already, but she can’t get her mind off the old couple who got bombed with the house.

The blameless old people
And then Kimberly who suddenly turned against her because of Igor.
She drank from the cider again, smiling sadly.
She should probably expect more so far she’s in this clan.
Tomorrow unfailingly, she’s sneaking into The Pakhan’s office. She needs to get her facts as fast as possible.
And then there’s her heartless master who gives no fûck about anyone…
“Fûck!!!!!” Madden’s shriek interrupted her thoughts, and she spranged up, dropping the cider bottle before dashing for the door, running into the manor.
“Master! Master!!”
She proceeded to his room, and surprisingly, he’s not in.
“Master? Master!” She made to turn and go back, but she bumped into a strong surface, causing her to turn faster than planned.
She came face-to-face with him…
Unlighted cigar between his lips, eyes droopy, and his features hooded.
He changed his button-down already, and he’s currently in a white shirt and grey sweatpants.
He must have plenty of those.
“Are you ok?” She asked worriedly.

“Do I look otherwise?” He replied, coming closer so his chest hit her chest.
She shifted back.
“Then why did you shriek?” She said, not breaking the eye contact as he came closer again.
“Wanted to check what name you’d call, and you disappointed” he replied, his evil smirk appearing on his lips as he removed the cigar.
Adeline moved back again.
“What do you mean?” She frowned.
“Madden… You screamed my name earlier in the hall when your sister pointed the gun at me” he muttered, and she blinked.
She didn’t even realize that.
“Must have been on impulse… Sorry” she said.
“Sorry? Fûck… I hate that. I’m not telling you to say sorry” he replied, taking another step forward.
“Then?” She replied, taking a step backwards too.
This time, her back hit the wall.
He closed the remaining space between them and raised his hands to the top of her head, resting his palms there before looking down at her blue enchanting eyes.

“Say it again” he whispered fierily.
“What?” She whispered back, his closeness making her palms sweaty as a sensation awakened in her core.
“My name…say it” he whispered, and she lifted her chin.
“And what if I don’t?”
That was her mistake, cos it’s as if he has been waiting for her to say that.
He grabbed her shirt in the front and pulled it apart roughly, tearing it off.
Buttons scattered across the room in the process, and Adeline’s stomach hollowed when he brought out a knife.
He placed the sharp knife on her chest bandage and sliced it, tearing the bandage with the knife.
Her boóbs fell free, and he dropped the knife on the ground before bending his head, dragging his wet tongue on her right nîpple
Adeline froze, resting her palms on mirror behind.
“I’ll make you scream the name again, but that’d happen when I’m inside your pretty little cûnt” he whispered sinfully, his eyes seeming to hold a thousand midnights.
“What kind of man are you?” She muttered, her throat so dry and her lungs starved.

Right now, it seems like her heart switched places with her pu$$y.
“That’s the problem, Addie. I’m not a man.” He said, his voice a burning brand, searing the tensive air.
He raised his left hand to her left breast, caressing the brown nîpple slowly__torturously.
It was already so hard… like his c0ck.
Adeline gulped, her stormy eyes trained on his destructive ones.
“I’m a fuçking beast” he whispered hornily, and in the next ticking minute, he captured her right breàst into his mouth.
“F-fûck! Master…rr”

TO Be Continued