The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 22: A Deal

From the door that led into the restroom within the restaurant, Herla walked out, a big smile on her face. Patro had brought her to this fancy restaurant so they could have dinner. She wasn’t sure why, but it made her happy nonetheless.

She was having things Eve never got to have with this man.

The smile on her face enlarged and she bounced off towards Patro, coming to a stop at the way he stood as still as a statue.

What was wrong with him?

She followed his line of sight and the very second her gaze dropped on Malakai who had Eve against him, kissing her like he couldn’t get enough, her smile slowly faded.

Suddenly, her throat felt dry as if she hadn’t had water in days and she looked back at Patro. The look on his face was chilling, eerie in its form. The aura surrounding him was more than just murderous.

Why? It wasn’t like he cared about Eve. Why was he so bothered to see what was unfolding before them?

Malakai’s hand dropped to Eve’s neck where he proceeded to rub against the mating mark that had almost fully faded. He pulled back from the kiss and Eve slowly peeled her eyes open, chest rising and falling with rapid breathing.

Her entire face to her ears was a tint of red that she couldn’t hide. She couldn’t look Malakai in the eyes, her gaze darting to the floor. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Shall we?" Malakai hunched a bit to look at her face, lips painted with a smile.

She batted her lashes at him and frantically nodded.

The man grabbed her hand and they turned to begin walking towards Patro who stood peering at the both of them.

He wasn’t saying a word, whatever he was feeling wasn’t evident on his face, but in his eyes, it was more than clear. The rage—the anger, the murderous intent, oh, Malakai could see every bit of them.

But Patro needed to understand...Eve no longer belonged to him.

"I think I recall telling you to come alone."

"Yes." Eve nodded, and her eyes briefly crossed to Herla who held onto Patro like anyone was going to snatch him from her. "But I’m sure you knew I wouldn’t come alone. I mean...I’m married. It would be weird to come out and see a man, you know. Besides, I don’t think my husband would allow it."

"Would you?" She peeked up at Malakai.

"Of course not, doll," Malakai hummed, his eyes smiling along with his lips. He glanced at Patro, saying, "I’m sure you understand."

Patro’s left eye twitched and so did his jaw, but he beamed. "I do understand. However, whatever conversation I need to have with Eve, must be done alone."

"Why is that?" Malakai cocked a brow.

Patro glared. "It’s none of your fucking business. This is between me and Eve." He snapped towards Eve, "Don’t fucking play with me, Eve. You think I’m not going to hurt your father?"

"Patro—"

"I’m going to let the fact that you came here accompanied, slide. But whatever conversation you and I are going to have, it will be done alone."

Eve narrowed her eyes on him. "Does that mean she will be absent as well?"

Patro glanced at Herla who held his hand and snatched his hand from her. "Leave. I’ll see you later."

Herla peered at him like he’d grown two heads. "Patro, I thought we came here to—"

"Now! Don’t make me repeat myself twice," he warned, pissed off.

She wasn’t willing to leave, but she had to. All this was Eve’s fault. She’d come here excited to have dinner with the man she was in love with—the man she’d always wanted, only to be humiliated.

Her furious gaze locked with Eve’s for a moment and she stormed off, hands balled into fists.

Eve turned to Malakai. "You’ll wait for me?"

"Mhmm." Malakai tucked her hair behind her ears and fixed her glasses properly before he leaned down to press a kiss to her ear. "Call me immediately if anything goes wrong."

Eve gripped onto the hem of his suit for a few seconds before letting go. She breathed out and watched him go, then turned to face Patro with her head held high.

"I must say I’m surprised," Patro said, amusement on his face.

"And what exactly have you surprised?" she asked as she sat down opposite him, her legs crossed.

Patro snapped his fingers for the waiter.

"How you already have him wrapped around your finger. You truly are impressive sometimes," he mocked. "Tell me, how miserable are you? I mean, surely Malakai wouldn’t reduce his standards to you."

Eve watched him observantly.

Instead of responding, she stood up from her seat and leaned over the table, grasping him by the chin. "Take a look at me, Patro, do I look miserable?"

"Excuse me?" A stunned look spread across his face and his eyes broadened a bit with his brows arching. "You little—"

"Get to the point of our meeting and shut up about me, else I might end up assuming you’re the one who’s miserable," she said, tone as cold as it could get.

But then a polite smile emerged on her face and she sat back down in her chair. "Shall we?"

Patro peered at her and suddenly let out a short laugh, more than just taken aback.

"Malakai sure is a bad influence. Look at you, all this confidence, all this braveness...you think he can always protect you?"

Eve didn’t respond to his words and that pissed him further off because he slammed his hand on the table.

"I should have had you killed from the start. But don’t worry, I don’t regret not doing it. It makes this all the more fun. Let me get to the point."

He began, "You don’t want me to kill your father, do you?"

"No," she replied.

"Then I won’t." He shrugged. "But I’m going to need you to do something for me in return."

She cocked a brow at him. "Which is?"