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Chapter 42 - The Beginning 3

( pov Lionel) 

– I don't need beautiful dreams, I don't want dreams, besides, the few men who are supposed to follow you prefer to embark on lost causes.

 Affirms Iréné

- Parfait ...

I murmured

Parfait turned around and stared at me with eyes full of rage

"Fuck, is there a problem?" he spat.

I've lost my tongue, I can't understand myself like a traitor

– it's that…it's that

I stammer, not really knowing how to approach the subject.

"Speak," he ordered me.

At this point he had already made us lose face, I really should have dealt with it personally, the problem had gone way too far.

I tighten the mine, grab his arm and pull him far enough away from the crowd.

At first he hesitated but ended up following me anyway

"I expect an explanation," he demanded, arms crossed and eyes sharp.

I was tired too

" Jack joined hérèse ," I snapped at him.

He looked confused and ran his hand over his lips

– He can't, he wouldn't dare, it's a joke, isn't it?

He laughed bitterly

But I kept my serious expression and repeated it to him.

– the pleasure district no longer belongs to us.

They do that with their eyebrows and swear under their breath, degna, can you take me seriously?

– and you're only telling me now

He said, raising his voice

"I just took it," I replied angrily.

– you don't listen to me, you almost never listen to me, as soon as you get angry the whole world becomes your enemy, we're supposed to be a team, what am I supposed to do if you don't talk to me.

I reproached him

He tensed up and stepped back, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders.

– Okay, okay, okay, what do we do now?

He murmured, finally calming down.

"We?" I replied, my heart still heavy. "You and who? You're the boss, think about it."

He complains and minimize the situation 

– I said it was fine, where do you want us to fight to settle this?

he adds with a slight smile

"Does that make you laugh?" I murmured, a little more relaxed.

But once again he simply brushed the problem aside by patting me on the shoulder.

Iréné kicked the little table.

Irritated and impatient

"Are you finished?" he said.

Passing his hand under his chin

Parfait stepped forward, forward, until he was facing Himrad, hips to hips, looking down at him.

"I'd rather fight than hide behind money ," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

– If you win, I'll let you have everything, and if you win, you take everything. I hope you're not afraid-.

Karime immediately intervenes, he advances with a sharp step, his torso bumps against Parfait's.

The contact lasts barely a fraction of a second, but that's enough.

Parfait involuntarily retreats, his feet slipping on the ground, as if he were looking for support, too late, his balance breaks before he understands.

A laugh escapes him.

Karime, for his part, remains there, between the two, confident, broad-shouldered, and even allows himself to avert his gaze with a contemptuous sneer that stretches his lips.

– Oh~, sorry princess

His voice trailed off, heavy with disdain.

He's going a bit too far, I'm even tempted to intervene but…

Karime continued, arms raised, then turned completely to face these allies , as if it were over, as if there had never been any opponents.

– seriously, he-

BAM ! 

The shot is fired without warning

His fist slammed against his temple with a sharp, dull thud.

His head lurched to the side, his feet slipped, and his body followed, thrown off balance by the force of the impact.

"Princess, I wasn't talking to you," Parfait snapped.

Silence fell.

Eyes follow one another and the tension shifts towards HIMRAD.

But instead of getting angry as almost everyone thought he would, he started laughing again until he had tears in his eyes.

– HHA~

He pinned his accomplice to the ground and threw a ball of paper at him.

"Stop playing with the children and get up," he said calmly.

Karime sighed and grumbled under his breath.

He turns around and jumps up

"He's got a hard fist," he chuckled.

All the surprise dissipated and his accomplices resumed their laughter

But everything was suddenly tasered

– silence, Iréné launches

"One week, and if the problem persists after that, then I'll hand the party over to Himrad," he concluded.

He gets up and leaves, ending the meeting.

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