BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 16's

Jose took his coat. “Dad and Mom need to be notified?”

Marco laughed as he opened the door. “Why? You're afraid to go outside if you're not with your mom?”

Jose sighed in annoyance and taught his uncle a step. "I'm just asking. We didn't tell Dad?"

“And let it out at night on such a cold day? No, you know the rules. The working ones are the waiters while the employers rest.”

Jose smile. “Then we're both servants?”

Marco shakes. “We lead the workers.”

Jose just laughed. Gerald was five steps ahead of them, walking briskly towards the hay shed.

The thatched warehouse was located twenty meters north of the stables. The workers tie and pile the straw for various purposes. Usually in addition to straw also stored grain sacks and threshing machines.

Jose walked beside Marco into the wooden warehouse that smelled of straw, wood, and wheat. The floor is from the ground, with bundled straw laid out piling up on one side while the wheat on the other. There are wide wooden fillings to keep a better stock of wheat. The warehouse was large and clean, with high ceilings tightly closed. The vents are gauze-treated so that no animal can go inside to damage them.

Jose passed through rows of reaper and thresher before entering another room that contained only straw. There is a large wooden peg that is used as a pillar supporting the shed. The stake was cylindrical in shape, made of raw wood, half a meter wide.

The workers swarmed around the pillar. Torchlight rays color the room.

Jose saw that there was someone tied up on the pillar. Someone who turns out to be small. Strange, he thought. What I saw was that his body was bigger.

The place is dark and cold. The candle lights hanging in some parts did not help him to see more clearly. Jose could hear the sound of slumping of his footprints and Marco stepping on the straw strands. The friction of their steps and the muttering of the workers were the only voices in that warehouse.

“He's his intruder, Sir,” Gerald said, stretching out one hand in dramatic style.

“I told you I'm not an intruder!” scream that guy. His shoes scratched the ground floor, dousing dust and sand in all directions.

Jose frowned. I think he knows that voice. The childish high voice. His heart beats faster. Ignoring Marco's plot, he ran quickly to the group of workers, staring at the intruder who had entered his territory.

It turns out to be a little boy. Her corn blonde hair was disheveled and her clothes were seedy. His pants are patched on the knee. But what shocked Jose even more was his blue eyes.

Those blue eyes looked at him directly, looking half relieved and half angry. “This is it!” the boy looked at Jose. “I'm looking for you everywhere!”

“Nolan?” Jose gaped. The workers looked at him in wonder.

Behind him, he could hear the sound of Marco approaching.

“Who is he?”

“Let go of me!” spray Nolan ferociously. “You are willing to catch and beat up girls!”

“Daughter?” the workers exclaimed in astonishment, looking confused.

“Slightly,” Gerald that replied.

“Many! He beat me up!” shout Nolan. “Basic jerk! Goddamnit! You should just die! Be a slave to the rich, and forget about each other!”

“You are not my neighbor.” Gerald frowned. “I am not from a slum whose man is foul-mouthed.”

Jose turned his head quickly, about to reprimand Gerald, but Marco looked at him in sharp warning.

“He kicked and fought,” Gerald explained. “He was in the Argent region and ran away when chased, of course it was suspicious. We didn't know he was Little Master's friend.” He raised his hand, signalling the other workers to let go of Nolan.

“Do not remove,” Marco said, stopping the three people who walked to the pillar.

“Why?” Jose asked. “He's not the guy I saw! All I see is tall and big, not kids like this!”

“Let me go! Let go of me!” Nolan clamoring. “I'm not a kid, asshole!”

Marco nodded, and Harold walked forward then slapped Nolan on the cheek.

“Harold!” jose was angry.

“First.” Marco pushed Jose's shoulder to the side as it passed him. He walked up to Nolan, observing the boy critically from head to toe. Nolan didn't even get as high as his chest when they faced off. “First, that's not the way to talk in front of an Argent.”

“Then how?” Nolan grimaces. His blue eyes flashed with hatred. “Do I have to bark and wag my tail?”

“Can you do it?” reply Marco. “What is the best you can do? If you can, just do it.”

“No tutoring!”

“Both,” Marco ignore that. He stared straight at Nolan's eyes, diving into his irises with a cold look. “What are you doing these nights? On the Argent Family's land? What are you doing in our stables? Want to steal a horse?”

Nolan opened his mouth in disbelief. “Horse stolen! Of course not! I may be dirty and shabby, but not a thief! You rich jerks! See dirty little guy directly stamped thief!”

Marco took a step back, letting Harold slap Nolan again.

Jose pushes Harold's body and stands between Nolan and Marco, putting up a protective stance. “What did Uncle do?! She's a girl! Why treat it like this?!”

“I warned you in advance.” Marco shrugged his shoulders with a sigh of resignation. “That's not the way to talk to the Argent— family, especially to me, but he did it anyway. Doesn't that mean he asked to be hit?”

“I would not obey the orders of a rich man like you!” Nolan is still retaliating from behind Jose. His voice was tall and childish, but vibrating and wet.

Jose turned his head, looking at the tears dripping from those blue eyes. “You too, shut up!” whispered annoyed.

“You also have no right to rule me!” Nolan glared, holding back his sobs even though his tears had already broken. “And untie this rope! I'm not an animal!”