C67 Someone Tricked me

Artemis pov

I arrived at the company and I didn't find the person, I and Iris were at the court, instantly a guard ran to us, “where is he?” I was quick to ask.

“Who, sir?” the staff equally asked. He was mortal, deep brown eyes with freckles scattered across his features.

“Jude, I was told he was at the Court!” I relayed the message I received, I turned to a confused Iris and to the speechless staff.

“Jude, the court member, where is he? He was here not too long, right?” Iris asked, looking at him for a reply.

“I'm sorry sir, but Jude has not been to the organization,” he answered in confidence.

“What are you—,”

My phone vibrated in my pocket, cutting me shut. I reached into my pants pulled out my cell phone, swiped the answer, and placed it on my ear.

“Alpha, the item is still at its position,” Oslo spoke quickly.

Iris looked at me for an explanation but I just stomped away, someone was playing a game on me. Iris was on his heels, chasing after me.

“Alpha,” he had called, I ignored him and stepped into the car, “he's in the pack, now tell me how you got the information?” I barked, barely containing my anger.

“From the company, they said he was making a fuzz,” he recalled,

“They?” I pressed.

The car was already in motion, taking us back to the pack house.

“He.. It was a guy,” he spoke more to himself.

“It does matter, he's still in the dungeon, Oslo confirmed it, and now we are gonna find out what's happening,” I said in a finalized tone.

The car pulled up in the garage and I'm going to the elevator. We went up and Oslo met us halfway.

“Let's head to the dungeon,” I walked into the next elevator that would drop there, Oslo and Iris were quickly by my side.

The ride soon came to an end and large strides were thrown out of the elevator. There shackled in chains Jude and his son were looking like a total mess. It looked like they hadn't moved a muscle since forever.

Hearing our footsteps, he jerked up and stared at us, “from what do I owe this visit from my distinguished author?” he asked in mockery.

“You are going to give me answers to all my questions, or your son dies,” I threatened, walking to his son and placing my hand on his head.

“Ask your question and take your filthy hands off him,” he snapped, rustling the chains.

“Who are you working with?” I asked first.

“You are gonna have to be more specific,” he lazily spoke. A slap was swept across his face, sending his head in my direction.

“Thank you Oslo.”

“Again? Who are you working with?”I repeated.

“I don't understand what you are saying,” Oslo moved to slap him again and he immediately spoke, “specify, I don't understand,” the urgency in his voice made me reconsider.

“We got a call just recently that you escaped, now who did you put to it!” Iris ordered stepping forward, I moved back and let my subjects do the hard work.

“Well that's my dream but I didn't put anyone up for that,” his direction was altered yet again by a resounding slap and again and again, the fourth time he spoke up, “but I know who might have done it, I have an idea,” he said breathless, his old age was really taking a toll on him.

“Speak!” were my words.

His mouth swelled as he gathered saliva in it and spat out the blood that Oslo's slap drew.

“I think, I think it's your mate,” he answered and Oslo slapped him again. Apparently he had grown fond of her, and would not stand anyone disrespecting her or accusing her.

“Honestly I think she is the one,” jude insisted.

“And why? She was just in the meeting with the court,” Oslo spelled out.

“She came down here,”

“What!” I immediately pushed Iris away, “what did you say?”

“She came down here, she saw me—-”

“That doesn't make sense, why would she come down here, this ground has a password, secondly, she dressed up for the meeting and was usual all the entire time,” Oslo once again explained.

Jude suddenly let out a wild laugh, “I thought she was foolish, but I guess I was wrong,” he looked up at me, “while you are here questioning me she must have been long gone, and you are here questioning me, how foolish,” he cackled shaking the chains in pure ecstasy.

Oslo punched him but that did not stop him from laughing, enjoying himself, “she knows he killed her father,” he brought back his neck and looked up at me, “she found out and she asked him,” his head tilted at me.

“She would not run, she has nowhere to go,” I said trying to convince myself of that.

“I thought same, little tip, send someone to her room,”

Jude said enjoying this a bit too much, the smirk turning up on his face.

I nodded at Oslo and he bowed and hugged out.

“She met you, what did you say?” I questioned knowing he must have added a bit of salt to the already opened wound.

“Now that you ask, you left a spec float, you should have killed Racheal but you brought her in as a slave and made her a personal slave to the Luna; a foolish act from your side. Her stalker it seemed wasn't out to kill her,”

“How do you know?” Iris asked, beating me to it.

“I dropped him a message on where she would be in the event and a way out yet he didn't carry through with it, to kill her. He ended up being in her room hiding from you, he never stalked her to kill her, and when she came down here, I told her everything. Although I didn't think she had it in her to escape but she played you and I. You never listened when I spoke. I warned—” I thrusted my fist into his mouth, cutting him short.

His nose smeared with his red fluid just then Oslo came down, “she's not in her room, I asked the guards and they said she came after you,” Olso was now worried and we began to consider the fact that she might really be gone.

“He said she came after you, let me check in the organization,” Oslo suggested, still contemplating that she would actually escape.

“Do that,” I agreed.

“Don't waste your time when she's gone, use that chance to look for her,” Jude advised.

“Sorry, but you stopped being an adviser as of three days ago,” Oslo retorted and walked out.

“You know she's gone,” jude said, “find her as fast as you can, she's Demitri’s daughter after all,” Jude once again advised.

“Don't tell me what to fucking do!”

“You apparently need help with that, your Father would have been disappointed,” immediately the words left his mouth, I swung my hand forward, punching him in the face continuously.

“Father, no! Please stop,” his son begged.

I continued with my assault, punching his face until I heard a crack.

“You can hit me all you want but that little girl would be your end!” he chuckled, spitting out blood.

I roared and jabbed him in the throat.

“Find her!” I commanded.