The double doors were pushed open, cutting short ongoing conversations and making heads turn to the guard who went down on a knee with his head hung low and a panicked but scared look in his eyes, if not terrified.
"Forgive me". His voice was very loud. "But a whore was able to escape".
Finnegan chuckled and waved his hand dismissively, seemingly wanting to play cool in the presence of George and Landmark.
"Don't worry, they'll always come back". He replied but the guard's shoulders shook.
"I-it's not any random whore Sir, it's the best of the best". Even before the guard mentioned her name Finnegan's back had stiffened, trying to deny apprehension.
Unsurely he raised his eyes but not his head. "It's Bridget".
Finnegan was out of his seat the next second. He grabbed the guard's neck, force standing him into an awkward position with his face brought extremely close.
"It's either her or your family". The guard's eyes widened, knowing Finnegan meant it as he was not one to play with anything concerning the establishment.
"Guards have been sent out". He spoke quickly.
"And how did she get out?".
"T-the scarred, the scarred got her out". George's lips quirked up slightly at the mention of the scarred.
"The scarred?".
"Yes".
"Send out more troops but bring her back undead and uninjured. I'II carry out her punishment myself". Finnegan pushed the guard roughly out of the door and turned back to everyone.
"I'm sorry but I'll have to leave the meeting". He bowed to George and Landmark, his eyes straying to Lady Genesis who was still on her knees beside George.
"Is it me or did I hear someone boast of tight security". Landmark asked, playing dumb with his eyes narrowed dangerously on Finnegan.
"Ur-". Finnegan raised his hand to rob his already pink neck.
"E-excuse me". He stammered and ran out, stopping to order one of the guards manning the door.
"I want his family wiped off the face of the earth before sundown". A nod.
He couldn't afford to loose his best toy that pleasured him well, bringing more money to the establishment at how good she was in bed. The image of how he chained her to the bedpost in his room played, the salty tears that flowed down her rosy cheeks enticed him in alignment with her soft flesh that he loved leaving marks on.
She was his plaything, his toy and over his dead body would he let her go. He didn't care that she was the most used in the establishment but countdown from one to ten, he was the one that had the most fun with her. Apart from that, he was the collaborator with the highest share and he couldn't throw money down the drain like that; money was his life while sex was the air he breathes.
The double doors were shut closed.
"One more thing". George spoke up, gaining all their attentions from the brewing argument.
"Your heads are all on the line if anything happens to Rex, not as much as him being sabotaged".
"You know the previous king had a conflict with King Rex". The elder told him.
"That's why the word previous was part of that statement". Landmark replied, bringing both legs down from the table.
"I don't see why we can't be in agreement with King Rex". Delilah spoke up, voicing her own opinion. Favor? She wasn't sure if she wanted that yet from George or Landmark.
"Shut up bitch!!". Someone shut her up. "You know nothing about politics but dresses and glittery ornaments". Delilah was hurt and she turned to rain profanities, instigating Nobles who were in disagreement and agreement with truce between both kingdoms.
Two seconds. It took only two seconds. The room was almost in a bloodbath with Nobles throat to throat, fingers pointed at each other's faces or noses.