Captive Mate BL-Chapter 642: - - -

The in-house doctor was already waiting in the foyer when he showed up, and there was someone else waiting at the top of the stairs.

"Jael? Who is that?" Caspian’s voice called out as he started down the stairs, "What’s wrong?"

Jael just handed the passed-out hostage to the doctor like a hot potato, the startled medic wisely making himself scarce in a nearby room to give him a check-up.

Jael didn’t want Caspian to get involved in the matter of the hostage, the Alpha would be out of the mansion by the end of the night anyway.

"Nothing serious, just a kid who got caught up in the middle of a gang fight." He gave a vague excuse.

Caspian’s attention lingered on the back of the doctor’s white coat. He had only seen scruffy blond hair and a really young individual. "Will they be okay?" He frowned.

"Yeah," He said shortly, keeping most of the details away from Caspian.

He had a feeling that the Omega would get attached if he found out that the hostage in question had most likely been kept by the gang boss, and he would rather that didn’t happen.

"Did you know I was back?" He changed the conversation instead.

That didn’t do much to distract Caspian, worried blue eyes fixed in the direction the doctor had gone. Jael was starting to regret bringing the kid back to the mansion on a spur of the moment.

He wasn’t supposed to bump into Caspian, the Omega was usually in the kitchen or lounging in a living room on the first floor.

"Huh?" Caspian blinked at him, confused for a moment. "No, I..."

Patty showed up at the top of the stairs now, "Did you get the vase, Caspian?" She called down, waving to Jael when she caught their attention.

Caspian’s eyes widened like he just remembered that he had a task to attend to. "Not yet."

"I’ll get it," Patty immediately offered, walking down the stairs. "Katya would prefer to have you back in the kitchen with her."

That was enough to send Caspian up the stairs, Jael didn’t interrupt, happy to have Caspian distracted.

He walked off after the doctor, his phone ringing when he was a short distance from the door.

He picked, surprised that the men already had information for him. He had been expecting that it would take at least a couple hours for them to get back to him.

"The gangs around were pretty helpful," He went right to it, "Apparently, they’re a pretty small gang made up of just four." He paused when he said that.

Jael knew what was being insinuated; if they were just four, and he had killed off three, it meant that the gang members hadn’t been lying.

His brows furrowed as he tried to conflate the scrawny teenager with the gang boss ’Rae’ who had most likely carved up grown men like animals.

"What did you find out about the boss?" He asked like he hadn’t driven the boss home, thinking it was an out-of-luck invalid.

"We’re still doing some digging," The man cleared his throat on the other side of the phone. "No one seems to know where he came from, he just seemed to show up out of thin air about three years ago."

"There doesn’t seem to be any connection between him and the High Council from what we’ve found." He added on, hanging up after reporting a couple of other minor details.

Jael didn’t even get the chance to drop in on the doctor because he stepped out before he could.

The doctor wore a knowing expression as he approached, stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. "The patient has shallow, potentially self-inflicted injuries." He said bluntly, giving up the young Alpha. "He’s also pretending to be passed out."

Jael wasn’t as surprised by this report after the call he had just gotten, it added up with the kid’s previous track record. "Right, thanks." He said flatly.

He walked past him, heading for the room. Just like the doctor said, ’Rae’ was still lying on the bed, his eyes closed.

Despite the doctor’s report, he had bandaged him up, cleaning up the blood as best as he could.

Jael palmed a gun as he walked into the room. Ezra had been the in-house doctor at the mansion for years. And working for the Mafia meant that he got a lot of patients, so figuring out a self-inflicted injury was a walk in the park for him.

He casually pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. They were in a guest room, the curtains parted to show the approaching sunset.

He watched the Alpha for a few minutes, his features were impressively still, his breathing steady. If Ezra hadn’t reported that he was just faking, it was very believable that he was still out of it.

Jael went over the information that he had gathered about the strange gang boss. His goal seemed to have been getting into the mansion because he remembered that the Alpha hadn’t been pleased about being sent to a safe house.

He racked his memory to try to remember if he had ever bumped into the Alpha before and drew a blank. He couldn’t understand why he would scheme so hard just to get into the mansion without even bothering to cover his tracks.

"Do you plan to keep me waiting all night?" He spoke up into the silence of the room.

Jael wasn’t the type to rack his brains when he could simply extract the answers to his questions.

Rae kept his eyes closed until he felt the cold barrel of a gun on the underside of his jaw. Only then did he open his eyes, calm, bright green eyes staring up at Jael.

Jael was impressed, the kid was completely unfazed by the threat to his life. His expression open, an odd look in those eyes that he didn’t quite like.

He pushed the gun into his chin, prompting when the silence stretched out for a few minutes. "Are you going to tell me what you want, Rae?"