BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 139's

Rolan had told me before that Robert always used the public as a shield. The inspector must have thought that secret matters would not be possible to discuss in public because that is Argent's ethics: it does not involve the ignorant. And Robert used it skillfully, intending to push him back by engaging all public ears, thinking that Jose could not have wanted the underworld to rise to the top and make the public suspicious. Because Robert knows, Marco does not like that Bjork condition is unstable.

"Well, Jose?" Robert rubbed the back of his neck, wiping away the sweat that made him sultry. "I'm gonna have my men take you home, I'm really sorry about this."

Jose ignored Robert. He lifted his face, looked at Gordon desperately trying not to return his gaze, then turned to Robert who was now lighting a cigarette.

He's underrated, Jose knows that. Robert thought it was the same as Rolan who could be kicked out easily. Jose felt like he was trying to stay polite and cooperative, but Robert opened the arena for them by opening the door wide and shouting, attracting spectators to help drive him out of the office. That's definitely a challenge.

An Argent never denies the challenges that come, and Jose never breezes away from a fight without beating his opponent to the point of falling. So he just nodded politely to Robert. "I understand, so all this is just a misunderstanding."

"That's what I said!" Robert exclaimed in satisfaction while patting his left thigh. Cigarette smoke billows from the cleft lip. Now he looks calmer. "I know you can talk to me, Jose. You're smart, so you understand what I mean."

Jose got up from the chair and walked outside the room. He could feel both Robert and Gordon sighing softly behind his back.

Hans and Gerald follow Jose, looking unsatisfied, but still trusting in whatever their master does. Jose had no intention of betraying that trust. The principle is to fully return whatever is given to him.

When he exited Robert's office, all the personnel in the room stopped their activities and observed Jose silently. It was rare for them to see up close what the youngest son of the Argent Family looked like.

His carriage was still waiting at the door of the police station, Jose could see the vehicle from where it stood. He stopped his steps right in the middle of the room, then turned to Robert and Gordon who were still behind him.

Gordon was walking towards the pantry, but then stopped because he felt uncomfortable. The mood is too quiet. When he looked, he just knew why. Jose was looking at him. In a moment, Gordon's nape brushed. Cold sweat rolling one-on-one soaked his back, seeping through his blue uniform. His feet froze like they were stepping on heat.

"Why, Jose?" Robert asked. Her voice boomed.

"Sergeant," called Jose, ignoring the inspector's question. "You know what makes the Argent Family so feared?"

Gordon turned to his right and left in shock, desperately hoping it wasn't him he was talking to. Knees squeezed.

Robert threw his cigarette butts on the floor and grinded them with his shoes. Expressions harden. "What do you mean, Jo—"

"Because," Jose didn't let himself be interrupted. He grins. "An Argent always replies to many times whatever they receive. If someone helps us, we will help him even better when he is difficult and protect him. You can look at the tenants of the land in Argent, at the trade unions we worked with that ruled Aston and Bjork, and also at the people in Bjork itself. But to the one who betrayed us, stabbed us in the back, lied to us," Jose said each word carefully with great emphasis, letting his echo settle into that silent space, then finished his sentence in a low whisper, "we will also reply double."

Gerald smiled proudly and Hans snorted excitedly. They watch around with a full view of the threat, preparing to offend anyone Jose will command.

"S-I don't understand," Gordon managed to gather his voice to talk. He looked around and laughed softly, his face looking as troubled as people wanted to cry. "I don't understand ..."

Jose ignored Robert completely. "You know what I mean. You must have heard our story in the pub stories, in front of the bathers, in the gossip room. The story that makes you throw spit to drive away shit every time we pass," he quipped, making the officer who had spit was wry-faced. "Many people call my uncle evil and vile, and I don't blame them."

"So?" spray Robert, carefully approaching by considering the two giants that are escorting Jose. "Have you finished your sermon, son? Should I clap?!"

"I feel the need to remind that in my body the same blood flows Argent." Jose rubbed his fingertips at the hem of the suit, tidying them up as he spoke. His voice was cold as ice. "I can be more vile than Marquis Argent if necessary."

Everyone knew what the herd was like trailing behind Marco. Many rumors were exaggerated about the man, though, but almost half of Bjork had witnessed with his own eyes how Marco had crushed the neck of a man who attacked him in a bank to death and burned the man's house to the ground. Twenty years have passed since that event, but the story of his madness is still told as if Marco had only done it this morning.

No one had ever seen Jose being cruel, but there was something in the man's tone of voice that made everyone believe Jose was serious.

A chill crept into the room, ambushing one by one the humans there, as if the young man standing in their midst could let out a chill from his body.

Jose dropped his head to one side as he stared at Gordon with a demanding look. "Sergeant?"

Gordon flinched. It's still in place back to the pantry. The tips of his toes were cold and hard to feel. He looked at Robert and Jose in turn.

"Don't be afraid. If you are honest, there is nothing to worry about. Only, Nolan is my best friend. I love him like my own brother."

"Gordon!" robert snapped as soon as he saw the man's body vibrate violently like an epileptic attack.

"The boy's in the cell!" raung Gordon finally. He looked around with wet eyes, then dropped his gaze. His two eyebrows met in a twitch of disdain. "The boy's in the cell!! I don't care if I get fired! The kid's in the cell!"

Robert gaping. It felt as if his face was smeared with charcoal. He had never felt this kind of shame and heartache. His men are subject to the threat of a boy who has only been a few years into adulthood.

"So this is just your loyalty?" snarl.

Gordon gnashed his teeth. He looked around, at the many pairs of eyes watching him, pitying him, accusing him. "Fuck you all! I'm just a regular guy! Don't you know who this guy is, huh?! He can even sulk your body on the road and no one will be able to prevent it!“ his screams, one hand outstretched pointed at Jose, who gave a fed up look like he was looking at a cockroach.

Gordon did not wait for a response. The man hurriedly walked towards Jose, ignored Robert's insults, then pleaded with a choked voice trembling, "I'm not involved! I'm the first to tell you, because I'm not involved!! I'm threatened to be expelled if I say yes to you!"

Jose tilted his head to look behind Gordon, his eyes staring at Robert sharply.

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