The Black Onyx Pact (17 page)

Claude straightens his shoulders, angered by those words.

«Always remember that your daughter is mine, Guillaume! If I go to tell her that if she wants to be mine again she must lick my shoes here in front of everyone, she would do it!» he makes a wry smile. «And it would be a great satisfaction to have her back, even if she is a fucking frigid bi
—
»

The punch is so fast and devastating that Claude finds himself sitting on the floor with a tray of pastries overthrow on him. All the people around wince and then keep silent, watching with awe at them. Guillaume grabs him by the tie and hits him mercilessly again, making some ladies scream.

«I dare you to get close to my daughter ever again, you bastard! I've always restrained myself from crushing all your bones out of respect for Sisi, you son of a filthy bitch! But now that you're out of her life you are like a stray dog to me, a beast without a master, you are just a stinky animal that wanders in the trash! So be very, very careful on what you say and what you do!»

Claude runs a hand over his own mouth to wipe the blood.

«Are you threatening me for personal injury, Guillaume? Here, in front of dozens of witnesses?»

«No, I'm threatening you with death! Because if you'll disrespect my daughter ever again I'll kill you! And I swear to God that I'll do it!»
He lets him go, turns his back and walks away. Claude gets up with difficulty and goes to the bathroom followed by his secretary.

Guillaume walks among the people adjusting his jacket. After a few minutes he sees Sibylle: the girl is admiring a painting of a fairy dressed in a few colorful veils dancing in front of a giant demon. The man takes two glasses and walks to her.

«Sisi?»

She turns around and smiles warmly.

«Dad, you came!» she exclaims with shining eyes.

The man smiles and holds out the champagne.

«Forgive the delay, dear, but I had to finish a job with the jeep of a customer. Hey, isn't that my overall?» She giggles and he looks at her with eyes full of affection. «You are so beautiful, Sisi. You are the portrait of your mother.» He caresses her face and then bends over to kiss her on the forehead. «I'm proud of you and so would be your mother.»
Draws her to him and hugs her tightly with one arm, kissing her hair. Sibylle closes her eyes, enjoying that warm embrace. It is so nice to be friends again, to be father and daughter as they've always been. Their relationship has always been unique. It is rare to find a father and his daughter in a strong relationship of profound complicity. That tender moment is interrupted by three old ladies dressed in colorful clothes: they are three wealthy art enthusiast widows. Sibylle apologizes to her father and guides the ladies to some incredible artworks in the Gallery, showing them the work of the most promising artists.

In the meantime in the men's bathroom, Claude beats strongly his fists on the central wash basin. The bathroom is a very large and refined room. The floor is shiny black and the wall tiles are a opalescent burgundy; the three basins are made of white veined marble and brass faucets, and the wall behind the sinks is a mirror wall. Claude makes a nervous nod to the secretary at his side, whom immediately opens the tap. He rinses his mouth and after a few minutes the blood stops dripping. He stands up straight, the secretary closes the tap and hands him the towel, which he takes with a jerk. He dries his lips with care then throws the towel on the floor and she promptly picks it up to put it back. Claude is looking in the mirror tightening the jaws when a man comes out of one of the side rooms: it's Drakkar.

He is now dressed in an elegant black suit that can barely contain his whole physique. His face is finally uncovered revealing his masculine traits. He has natural furrowed black eyebrows, two lips always pulled in a stern, short dark hair and the nose of a Greek god. Claude looks at him through the mirror.

«Oh, it's you.»

They know each other! Drakkar goes near him, leaning against the side of the wash basin and folding his arms.

«What happened?»

«
Bof
, just an asshole.»

«More asshole than you?» asks Drakkar raising an eyebrow.

«Yes, more than me, ok?!»

«It's hard to believe it.»

«Romain, I'm not in the mood.»

He snaps his fingers and his secretary hands him the towel.

«I had a little argument with my ex-father-in-law.»

Drakkar laughs heartily.

«Oww, poor thing. A big bad elder smashed your cute face?»

«You wouldn't laugh if you knew him! The man has iron muscles and two hands that are two vice clamps.»

Drakkar is admired in hearing about a man whom is still strong and in good shape at that age.

«What is he doing here?» asks Drakkar.

«He is here with his daughter, my ex-wife.»

«Oh, you must introduce me to her, maybe I can soothe her sadness for your absence.» he jokes.

If only he knew that that woman was Sibylle!

«Forget it, she isn't worth the trying. She is a bore in bed.»

«I don't rely on your judgment. Probably she has been repressed by you for some reasons.»

«I didn't repress anyone. I treated her as she deserved. She is a beautiful woman and also very sweet, I must admit it; but sexually she is crap. She couldn't satisfy all my needs, and a woman should always be available for her man, she must be always ready to please him. And by the way
—
», he bends over roughly his secretary on the marble wash basin and lifts her red dress revealing her naked rear, «suit yourself.»

Drakkar looks at the woman and lowers her dress, then grabs her by the arm and pulls her up.

«Who are you?» he asks, touching a tuft of her blond hair.

«She is my
—
» begins to say Claude.

«I asked her.» Drakkar interrupts him in between.
The man looks at her, waiting for an answer. She looks at Claude as if she were mutely asking the permission to speak. Drakkar takes her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turns her to him.

«Listen: I know this kind of relationship and I do respect your condition as slave
–
girl, but since I'm not into it you must talk to me out of the role, okay? So tell me, what's your name?»

«My name is Cherie.»

«Are you a member of the Club D, Cherie?»

The confused expression of her face shows that she doesn't know what he's talking about.

«She is really my secretary, and my personal slave
–
whore.» explains Claude.

Drakkar nods and smiles at her.

«Cherie, promise me you won't allow anyone to hurt you in any way, okay? Especially this bastard, because what for you is an erotic game he could see it differently. Remember, your leash should be in his hands only when
you
want, otherwise don't hesitate to get rid of it. Okay?»

She nods vigorously and Drakkar strokes her shoulder.

«Good.» Then, looking at Claude: «You don't deserve her, you know that?»

«No one has more of what he deserves.»

«That's not true. Many people have what they don't deserve, whether it is for bad or for good. But something happens when someone has something he doesn't deserve: he loses over time. Deserved things eventually grow stronger over time, the undeserved vanish.»

«Whatever. But in the meantime I enjoy what I got.»

«Yeah, you do that, enjoy them as much as you can because you don't know how long they'll last.»

«I own this bitch for a few months now, and I can tell you that the last few months with her have been the most intense of my life. Even more intense of the fucking years of marriage with my wife!»
Drakkar shakes his head.
«I think you're lying, first of all to yourself. You wouldn't stay with a woman who doesn't satisfy you for years. You probably just ran away at the first sign of a marital problem, without even try to understand if the problem were you. You're not very smart when it comes to love.»

Claude grabs the secretary by the hair and pushes her on her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and penetrating her mouth with his member.

«Love? Look what I want, Romain! This is what I want! Ever since I joined the Club a new world opened before my eyes, and you have always been my point of reference. Why we are not friends like before, Romain?»

«Because you are an asshole.»

«We have different ways to live sex, but I'm sure one day you'll understand my point of view: all women are whores.» He moves Cherie from him and slaps her. «Isn't it true? Aren't you all whores?»

«Oh yes. Yes, Sir, we are.»

He pushes her back against him and Drakkar goes to the door in disgust.

«Romain, why you don't kick me out of the Club if you say I'm an asshole?»

Drakkar answers continuing to walk:

«Because you always follow the rules, and as long as you do you can stay. My personal feelings must have no influence on this.» He stops and opens the door, turning to look at him. «But if you'll ever make a tiny, stupid, wrong move
—
»

He doesn't finish the sentence, he doesn't need to. His voice, his eyes, his menacing look, all that is enough to intimidate Claude.

Drakkar heads to the central hall. All women of all ages notice him and follow him with their eyes, and all them seem enchanted by his masculinity. He seems to emanate pheromones. Probably is his natural self-confidence, his way to move, to walk, to look around, to observe, that makes him irresistible. He is so manly and possess a masculine energy that almost touch every woman whom is at his presence.

Finally he sees Sibylle.

“
Oh! She is so cute and beautiful dressed in that mechanic overall!
”, he thinks.

The girl is busy talking with three old ladies, and from her gesturing and the laughter of the women she is telling something extremely funny. Drakkar takes a crystal goblet of champagne and begins to sip without taking his eyes off her, enjoying the fact that she cannot recognize him.

«Romain?» calls a male voice behind him.

Drakkar turns around and makes a happy expression of surprise seeing his friend. They greet clasping their hands in a strong grip, crossing their thumbs and grabbing onto each other's base of the thumb with their fingers.

«Now that's a surprise!» says Drakkar returning that incredibly strong grip with the same strength.
They let go their hands and touch their goblets toasting to the engines, as they always do.

«How is my other baby, Guillaume?»

Guillaume?! Sibylle's father! He knows him too!

Guillaume sips and then smiles.

«She is fine, I finished with her few hours ago. That jeep has a soul, believe me.»

Drakkar smiles.

«I know. It isn't just a piece of history, I feel like it really keeps the spirit of my grandfather in her.»

«Your grandfather has left you an incredible heritage. And that jeep is exactly like you: indestructible. How many times have I seen you wounded badly, yet you always healed in a short time.»

Drakkar widens his beautiful green
–
amber eyes.

«I'm a werewolf, Guillaume, I can regenerate myself.»

They both laugh.

«Anyway it's a surprise to find you here, Guillaume, I didn't know you were an art lover. This is the last place where I expected to meet you, as I'm sure that's the same for you about me. So why are you here?»
«My wife was an extraordinary artist: she was a painter, a writer, a sculptress. Even I painted something, but the one whom has the true gift is my daughter. I'm here with her.»

«Oh! So you talk to each other again? I'm glad to hear that. I remember when you told me about your bad fight.»

«Yes, she is divorcing from her husband and came to ask for my forgiveness. You cannot image how angry I was, Romain! But then, when I saw her
—
Her guilty expression, those sad eyes, that cute face, I saw my little girl, and she was back to me.»

«I'm so happy for you.»

«Thanks,
mon copain
. I want you to meet her tonight. Oh, there she is! Look, she is the one with the mechanic overall talking with those three ladies.»

Drakkar begins to cough violently, due to the wine went the wrong way.

«Romain, are you ok?» asks Guillaume, patting his back.
Drakkar bends forward, continuing to cough loudly. When he manages to controls himself he turns to look at his friend and Guillaume doesn't understand the meaning of that strange expression.

«What's wrong?» asks the mechanic.

«Nothing, sorry.» He stands up straight again, adjusting his tie. «So, you were saying? You reconciled with your daughter.»

«Yes, and then I said: there she is. The girl in a mechanic overall over there.»

Drakkar watches where he is pointing trying to maintain a normal behavior.