The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 411

"Now that you have come here, I need to tell you all a secret," he said, looking at Devin.

"Your friend here is nothing but a farce. He did not kill your father or anyone. It was Lucas Sidorov who murdered his friends. Thanks to the hallucinogen I had someone slip into their cocktails. He went berserk," he said, laughing, and Marcel growled.

"He was efficient too. I also made the truth of what his friends did with his mate slip and get to him. You see, I wanted to see how he would feel. I wanted to see how he would handle it. After what they did to my Emily, I wanted to see how they would take it; if they could take it at all," he said and laughed, then became serious.

"Well, chit-chat time is over. This building is surrounded by my men. Moses has a bone to pick with your family, seeing that your father killed his father and took the west from his family.

Then you had the effrontery to install Sean, who is from a lesser family, as the head of the west. I called in a favour, and you will feel my might today, away from your estate and your men.

Today I will get what I have dreamed of all my life: the end of the three menacing families," he said, and I saw him touch his neck and slump to the ground.

It all happened fast.

"Bind him," I heard Tamia say, and I turned to look at her and saw what she used in her hand.

She was holding a tiny blowgun. The man was too confident and focused on me that he did not see Tamia aim and blow, shooting the tiny needle dart at his neck. I began to laugh in relief. I did not know how we would have survived the silver dust he held in his hands. I wondered where she learned to do that. She must have gone on covert missions while in the east.

I looked at her, and she shrugged.

"What? He wasn't playing fair anyway. So there was no need to be fair when dealing with the bastard. Besides, I did not come here to fight. We have a wedding to plan," She said, and I laughed and pulled her in for a hug.

Holding her, I looked at Leo and thanked him. He was right when he said we should bring our mates, most especially Tamia, who was good at thinking on her feet. He smiled and nodded. I realised the tiny blowgun was the object she had in her pocket.

"Now to get the people outside," I said, and Marcel laughed.

"Our warriors have done that already," he said, and I was stunned.

While Larry told us his life story, our men quietly took down the warriors surrounding the building. They were much, but we came prepared.

Knowing we would walk out of place with the prisoner we came for without having to fight or kill anyone made me extremely happy.

"Let's drag him along," I said, turning around, and Avery stopped us.

"Wait!" she said, and I looked at her.

"Amanda said he has someone locked up in this place. He planned on making the guy the fall guy if the operation should fail," she reminded us, and I touched my forehead because I had forgotten.

"Leo, Theodore and I will secure the prisoner," Devin said.

"You and Marcel can search the place for the captive," he concluded, dragging Larry with him. I began to suspect that Devin liked to drag people.

I watched them leave with Tamia and Avery in tow. Marcel and I began to search through the apartment.

It was void of life. Meaning it had been a long time since anyone had lived in it.

We searched the place and happened upon a small door in the kitchen.

It was locked, but Marcel broke it.

He opened it, and the room was pitch black.

My night vision adjusted, and I saw a frail-looking man sitting in chains with his back against the wall. His features were not visible. I didn't need to know that the chain was silver.

Marcel and I moved towards the man to drag him out. His facial features were not visible in the dark until we pulled him out into the light and what I saw shocked me.

It validated all I had heard.

Marcel let go of the chains and staggered backwards. I did the same because I could not believe my eyes.

The man was also looking at the two of us in shock, but he was too weak to express himself. He blinked, and tears streamed down his cheeks. It was no other than Lucas Sidorov, Marcel's father.