Page 83 of Light in Your Eyes
I make my way down into Black Wings jail with the thought of Layla still lingering in my head. The jail is located in the basement but lower level compared to where the boxing ring is placed.
The guys guarding the doors to the prisoner cells are already expecting me. One of them leads the way for me.
I'm glad that Layla is not here with me to go to the cell. It's not only because of my fear that Marco isn't in a proper emotional state to talk to her but also because this jail is not a good place for her. There are not many prisoners down here—most of our traitors were usually killed as soon as possible—but even though it's only a few of them here, their states are not for Layla's eyes.
While I'm walking through the hallway between the cells, I can hear one prisoner scream in agony through the torture and the other one beg for forgiveness repeatedly. The prisoners left in our jail are the ones who get punished with slow and tortured death. The way they die depends on their sins and the extent of betrayal they committed.
Those two prisoners were taken because of Fenrir's order. Jaxon, Cole, Levi, and I didn't put people in our jail. The three of them were busy with way more important missions while I basically didn't care about our members, not until Layla came and turned my world upside down.
I specifically gave an order to not touch Marco until I speak to him, so he should be doing fine. The answershould greet me when I finally stop in front of his cell.
"He's doing fine," the guard tells me, knowing that I can't fucking see whether it's dark or not. "His ankle is chained, but even in the dark, I can see that he's doing okay."
I nod, but then the guard makes an abrupt movement toward the cell, and the alarm in my head suddenly rings.
"Wait." His voice is filled with fear. "He can't be... Oh my God."
My heart is beating fast when he quickly unlocks the cell.
"Fuck," he curses. "Fuck."
"What the fuck is happening?" I ask impatiently.
"I thought that he was fine, until I saw the saliva dripping from his mouth."
I step closer to the cell, and a horrible feeling stirs inside me.
The guard moves, sounding like he's trying to find Marco's pulse. "Shit. He's gone."
"How the fuck did that happen?" I boom, so loudly I'm sure that the entire prison can hear me.
"I don't know." He pants, sounding as panicked as I am. "Maybe he assumed that he was going to be punished a slow and painful death for his betrayal. I swear, he was still alive the last time I checked him."
My heart sinks so low.
Marco must have thought that drinking poison would be a better way to die than being tortured slowly and painfully. He didn't know that I wasn't going to do that to him.
What frustrates me even more is the fact that he got todrink the poison. He wasn’t supposed to take anything with him when they put him into the cell. The jail entrance is also guarded, so no one could come to visit him.
The only gap I can think of is the time when he had to have his meal. The food was brought here from the kitchen, and someone must have poisoned it before it was delivered.
My anger consumes me to the core. I feel like I'm going to explode.
"I'm sorry," the guard stutters. "I didn't know that he was going to kill himself. I should have told him that you meant no harm, but I wasn't even sure what you were going to do to him when you saw him again. He stabbed you. You are our king—"
"Enough." I grit my teeth.
"I should probably get the doctor," he stutters again. " I checked him, but I can't be sure. I'll go get the doctor now."
I hear him running back toward the exit while I'm trying to figure out what to do. I just can't imagine what Layla would feel if she knew about this.
"Fuck." I punch the ground of the cell with my fist, not caring that my knuckles bleed.
I stand up and make my way out of the prison. I stumble a few times because I’m not familiar enough with the corridor. When I almost reach the end of it, I hear a ruckus.
"What do you mean that he's dead?" someone snaps, his voice holding so much fear. "My brother is still alive."
I remember hearing this voice before, inside the boxing ring, after Marco stabbed me with the knife. Apparently, it's his brother. He sounds even more panicked now thanthe last time I heard his voice.
