Chapter 103: Oh... Who is She?

[SICARIO]

"Elodie?" Malika asked meekly as she rushed to seek shelter in Jer's arms. She figured that she would be 'safe' in the arms of the man she had married.

"Please don't let her take me, please," Malika cried out and Jer looked at Elodie before he looked at his wife who was trembling in his arms.

He didn't even need to ask more questions about where Malika and Elodie had gone because, for him, Malika's fear was real.

"Get the fuck out, you're scaring my fucking wife you little shit," Jer said protectively and Malika smirked into his shirt. She knew what would follow and she was more than ready to stir up more trouble.

Those two made her blood boil and the fact that Jer was pretending to be hurt and like his word had come crushing because of Dom made Malika want to take a swing at his head.

"I was gone for a few minutes and suddenly head alpha Sicario murdered his only son? Make it make sense, because the guy is also conveniently unable to speak or say shit," Elodie said, ignoring the fact that he had just kicked her out.

Then again if that worked on her they wouldn't be there, right? She didn't give two shits about what the fuck Jer was thinking. What she wanted to know was how two hours had turned into the madness that she wasn't even aware of.

All of this was not logical.

Sicario may have been older and wiser but if pitted against his son there was just no way that he would win that war. It was impossible and yet the man was in the dungeons and his son was a goner.

No one had seen what happened, which was another suspicious thing. This was all pointing to a coup but Elodie was going to give her the benefit of the doubt and let him come clean to her because Thai was his only chance.

"You have no right to question me. You should be very careful how you talk to your alpha, Elodie—" Jer began and Elodie hurled the nearest vase at Jer and Malika.

She didn't care what she was doing could make her a prisoner too. She had lost her best friend and now she had lost Hawi's brother too. Dom may have been a pain in the ass but he was still like a brother to Elodie and this was one death she wouldn't forgive.

If it was Alpha Sicario then she would get to the bottom of it, and if it was Jer, then Elodie Kane wasn't sure what she would do. She hadn't imagined that shit like this could happen.

He was worried for her, genuinely worried that she would be traumatized. And for a moment Malika couldn't actually believe it. This man really cared for this version of her and that was actual progress on her mission.

It was happening and she was going to make sure that everyone felt the pinch of it all.

"But—"Malika began, her constant shaking in fear fucking with Jer's head. It wasn't what she had expected but now that she had gotten it, had loved this reaction. It was golden and she was enjoying this.

"Trust me, alright?" Jer said and Malika nodded before she got up and walked outside.

However as she passed beside Elodie, she couldn't help but feel the raw rage and disappointment that Elodie Kane was harboring, and for a moment, Malika felt bad for her.

Maybe she really did care about the Sicario siblings and now she didn't even have anyone with her.

Jer did wait till Malika was out of the room, before he rushed to Elodie, grabbing the woman by the neck and pinning her on the wall, the warning and anger in his eyes so raw that anyone could believe that Elodie was the one who had murdered Dominic Sicario and not Jer himself.

He really was a piece of work.

"Never scare my wife again or give her a reason to doubt me. And that little stunt you pulled. I'm only letting it go because you seem so hot and bothered by the death of Dom.

"But that isn't an excuse for you to try and kill my mate. Never try that again. Also what the fuck do you want here? I don't have answers for you... No, scratch that.

"As the alpha, I don't owe you an explanation for anything that happens in MY pack. Now clean this shit up and don't show your face to me unless I summon you, alright?" Jer said and Elodie had just had enough of the man.

So she released herself and swung at him so hard that she could feel her bones break.

But she got the result she desired.

Jeremiah was unconscious.