Captive Mate BL
Chapter 219: - - 219-

Chapter 219: -Chapter 219-

Lake needed to be in and out of the mansion before Master Davian returned.

He also needed to be done quickly before Arthur was made aware of his presence.

The guards didn’t care about his unlikely luggage, letting him pass with polite nods and half waves.

The first part was over and done with, now he just hoped that his former co-workers would keep their noses out of his business.

That was too much to hope for.

"I heard the Master was looking for you."

A maid approached him as soon as he got to the lockers, distinct snickering coming from a group of three behind her.

It was already fairly late so these were the stragglers left behind for the day, and they looked to be preparing to leave.

"I don’t see how that has anything to do with you." He said flatly, uninterested in pandering to them.

He didn’t care for them, and more importantly, he didn’t have the time for them.

Lake didn’t bother changing into his uniform, he should be closing for the day after all.

So instead, he just shoved the stolen watches in his pocket and tucked the statue in the waistline of his jeans.

He planned to be quick, in and out. He would sneak into Master Davian’s room, divest himself of the things he took, and then hurry out.

It was foolproof, no one should be in the master wing right now, no one but Master Davian himself.

And he had left the Mafia King behind at the restaurant, eating dinner, so he should hopefully have some time.

The maids had already gone by the time he was done, so he just walked off, grateful not to have eyewitnesses.

Lake hot-footed it to the master wing, starting to think that he should have just gone home after Arthur said he should clean here last night.

That would have spared him all of this trouble.

He got into Master Davian’s bedroom without hitches, surprised to find it unlocked.

But then again, who would dare walk into the Master’s bedroom...

Arthur would.

Lake felt despair overwhelm him as the door swung open just as he was about to place the statue back on the shelf.

Arthur, the wretched bloodhound, immediately zeroed in on his actions and strode over.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing stealing from Mafia Davian, you ungrateful brat!"

Lake winced at the butler’s tight grip on his wrist, the statue falling to the carpeted ground with a dull thud.

His life was ruined.

He could try to explain that he was putting it back but that wouldn’t make his situation any more palatable.

Not to mention, Arthur had to be the one to find him. It didn’t matter what he said, the butler wouldn’t hear of it.

Arthur’s eyes gleamed as he spoke, almost like he had been praying for a situation such as this.

"After all that Master Davian has done for you, this is how you choose to repay him?" He started to preach, lifting his hand to smack him hard across the face.

In the middle of the startling pain all Lake could focus on was his scarf coming undone.

That was a can of worms he would prefer to leave unopened.

The door opened for a second time then, Lake clutching his scarf instead of his stinging face.

He only had a single free hand to do that because Arthur still had a cruel grip on his other hand.

It was almost like the butler was sure that he would try to bolt, so instead he decided to crush his wrist instead to prevent that.

Davian stood on the other side of the door, anger momentarily clouding his vision at the unfamiliar sight of Arthur holding Lake’s wrist right in his bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" He asked quietly, staying back at the door.

Arthur straight-up glowed at this, he could not have planned this any better himself.

It was such a good deal for him that the Master himself would be physically present to witness Lake’s crime.

"Why don’t you answer Master Davian yourself," Arthur said gloatingly.

Lake wished so hard that the ground would open up and drag him down under, but that didn’t happen, and he was left to deal with the mess all on his own.

How did it all come to this? He should have just kept the items he took, Master Davian hadn’t even noticed their absence.

"I was asking you," Davian spoke again before Lake could try to piece together a legible string of words.

Arthur blinked in shock when he realized that the question was actually addressed to him, sputtering a bit in disbelief.

"I-I was just doing my daily patrol when I found this maid right in your room. Stealing!"

He said the word like he was pronouncing death on Lake, and he really was.

Because this was the one time, Lake was sure that he wouldn’t be keeping his life.

"I see," Davian muttered, unenthused.

He was more bothered by Arthur’s unrelenting grip on the Omega. He didn’t like that.

"Leave it all to me, Master Davian!" Arthur said eagerly. "I’ll personally see to his punishment."

"Let him go." Davian said in a bored voice. "He stole from me. I’ll deal with him."

Arthur grudgingly let go of Lake’s wrist, the poor appendage already bruised a deep red.

He couldn’t say if this was a good or bad thing, and he didn’t like that.

Because Master Davian was being strangely tolerant of the male Omega.

Arthur couldn’t believe that he might have lost two chances to get rid of Lake, and it was barely a day.

Lake was shivering like a leaf in the wind in the corner he stood in.

This was the one time he would prefer to have Arthur handle whatever was coming to him.

Because he knew that he could at least try to bargain for his life.

But Master Davian was a wall, unreachable. There was nothing awaiting him behind those empty slate eyes but death.