Brotherhood of Cain (Werewolf/Mafia)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Bad Behavior

"I like killing people because it is so much fun. It is more fun than killing wild game in the forest because man is the most dangerous animal of them all. - Zodiac Killer

Chapter Thirty-Two

Draven's POV

The steak knife hit Wyatt directly in his trachea. The tip was lodged in a good few inches. A little sloppy, I was hoping for it to go hilt deep, but I'm sure if Wyatt kept running his mouth I could get in some more practice.

The frail wolf didn't say a word, eyes rolling to check out the knife in his neck. Blood gushed out of the wound, staining his tweed suit a fresh crimson. Nobody said a word, though Ethel hid a gasp in a cough. The other alphas looked to me, then to Wyatt, then back to me, expecting a fight.

Though Alpha Wyatt didn't jump over the table and try to attack me. He calmly pulled the knife out of his neck with a nasty pop, setting it on the white tablecloth. Next, he grabbed his napkin, pressing it tightly to the wound and giving me an annoyed stare. Macon let out a hiss of pain for his stained linens.

With my fingers pressed against her wrist, I could feel Ethel's heartbeat speed up, though outwardly she looked fine. I'd have thought she'd have reacted a little more, but I was incredibly proud she didn't. She was slowly growing up, and she knew to keep her mouth shut until we got back into the car to ask questions.

The napkin on Wyatt's neck soaked in seconds. He turned to Ethel with an expectant look. "Give me your napkin, dear."

I stayed silent. Honestly, I was curious to see what she'd do, and apparently Wyatt was too. He could've snatched the tablecloth out from under everyone's dishes, breaking Macon's fine China and causing a stir, but he didn't, and I was even more interested in guessing why he didn't. Wyatt was an obnoxious asshole and that was something he'd normally do.

Ethel's amber eyes churned, nose scrunched in thought. She remained still, shoulders back and face uninterested, but I could practically feel her brain whirling. She took a light breath, then spoke: "Alpha Addox's napkin is beside you."

I restrained a smile. At least I wasn't the only one she wouldn't listen too. This time Ethel's headstrong tendencies could either get her killed or win her respect. I scanned the other alphas. Macon watched her like a hawk would a mouse, eyes glittering as his whore perched across his back. She saw me looking and cast a smile, head cocked slightly, then winked.

Definitely a whore. Macon didn't do monogamy, his opinion of women was low, and taking one to stand by his side was a laughable thought. Women were a past time and power was his real mistress.

Wyatt's silver eyes behind his glasses narrowed in thought. He wouldn't hurt her, he knew I would step in, but he definitely didn't like her now. If there was one thing Wyatt hated, it was to be made a fool of, and right now, Ethel and I were doing a tremendous job of that. And whatever we'd fling at him, he'd take it like a bitch because in the end I could crush him like a bug and we all knew it.

"Why can't I have yours? Would you rather I bleed out all over this nice dining table?" he questioned with a bleak expression. The hand not holding the napkin to his neck shook.

Ethel still kept calm. A stray curl fell down to frame her face, shadowing her eyes. "I don't want to give you mine," she stated apathetically. I felt like clapping. I couldn't have said so better myself.

"You're ballsy, I like that," he said placidly, words coldly arrogant. Wyatt's jaw trembled as blood dripped from the napkin. His entire neck was covered in a thick layer of scarlet yet he made no move to clean it. He pinned her with a stare. "Do you think I won't snap your neck because Draven's fucking you?"