BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 17's

“Wait a minute.” Jose turned around the pillar, trying to remove the knot of the rope used to tie Nolan. “The knot is so hard! Hey, anybody! Help me get this off!”

The workers looked at each other, then looked at Marco, waiting for orders. The old man pushed his federation deeper into his head. His eyes again found Nolan's blue eyes.

“What are you doing at Argent's house? You sneak into the steward's lodge. What are you looking for?”

“I don't get into anyone's cottage!” exclaim Nolan. “I'm not a thief!”

“Not him I saw in the cottage, I told you!” Jose shouted from behind the pillar. “Hey, don't you guys have ears? Help me open this knot! Who, the hell made this knot so screwy!?”

“No one will help Jose until I order,” Marco said. He was still staring at Nolan. “What are you doing in Higgins' cottage?”

“Who is Higgins? I don't know!” Nolan moved his legs agitatedly, like a worm. “I don't know! I'm here to meet Jose!”

“Mr Argent,” error Marco Sharp.

“What? My name's Nolan!” nolan snapped, not knowing that he was being corrected. “I'm not the master!”

“Of course,” taunted Marco. “I can see it.”

Nolan glares. He turned his head to the side, yelling at Jose in annoyance, “Have or not!?”

“Seeing from the way he spoke, he must have come from the slums of Bjork. Eat from the rest of the trash.”

Marco's remarks just now were very humbling, making Nolan climb black and kick the ground once again, making a lump of dirt hit Marco's feet.

The man looked down on his dirty black pants, then ordered, “That's also his feet, brackets him here to tears, then goes back to find the intruder!”

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“Uncle can't do that to him.” Jose rubbed his face agitatedly. “This is already in the criminal category!”

“No." Marco shakes from behind the table. The two of them were now inside Higgins' cabin. Marco wanted to see what about the intruder wanted in the steward's lodge. “Remember what I said about denying me in front of the servants? You humiliated me.”

“I will not humiliate anyone by freeing an innocent person!” Jose menukas's.

“No, you humiliated our family by obeying what others ordered.” Marco placed his elbows on the table, linking his fingers together to form a pyramid. “You humiliated Argent's name by wagging his dog-like tail when someone else snapped at you. On top of that, he's just a little kid from a rundown family.”

“You're my nephew, he's not,” Marco said casually. “She said rudely to our family, in front of my face, and you don't feel it's an insult?”

“Yes God, Uncle! He was tied to a pillar and hit, also slapped! If Uncle thought anyone could stay polite under such circumstances, Uncle would have gone crazy!”

“The most core question is, what is he for in our land? Those nights? After the curfew set by Bjork police? If you don't think it's strange that a child walks alone in someone else's neighborhood, in the dark, and doesn't want to tell his true intentions, you must be crazy

Jose speechless. He looked around the room. Higgins' cottage was even narrower than his room. The entire space is built with a combination of white brick and red wood. The roof is also of wood. The cottage consists of only one living room that is connected directly to the kitchen, as well as two doors that lead to the bedroom and restroom. Because Marco and Jose decided to wait for the workers here, the indoor lighting was added so that the hut was bright. The furnace was also lit, the blazing fire there sent warm air to the two bodies waiting in the living room. At the door were three male workers on guard, just in case the two masters inside the cottage needed anything.

Jose threw a backward glance, towards the kitchen. There was a wooden window that opened, leading directly to the thatched warehouse where Nolan was being held. Remembering the boy made Jose rethink as he crossed the wooden bridge, mired in a hole in the ground, and pelted with mud and heard laughter.

Maybe Nolan knows something, he thought. Maybe Nolan wants to say something important.

Jose weighed in, thinking about whether he should tell his uncle about a visit to the other side of Bjork or not. If his uncle knew, what would happen was clear. He would be scolded, ridiculed, lectured, maybe something like that. Annoying things that will certainly make Jose run away more often from private lessons.

But it could also happen worse. Marco is a possessive of his family. It's possible that his uncle will think that he made friends with the wrong people, and then did something bad to Nolan. Jose shook his head slowly, deciding not to tell his uncle anything.

“What do you think?” marco asked when he saw the trousers.

“What?” reply Jose fast. His heart was beating just now. Sometimes he felt his uncle could read minds just by giving a long enough gaze.

“I asked, what are you thinking?”

“Why? Am I not even free to think of something?” Jose frowned, long tired of his uncle's over-regulating nature. “Uncle himself, what does Uncle think?”

“Not a thing you deserve to know.” Marco showed off a slanted smile, the kind of smile that could make anyone who saw him goosebumps instantly.

Jose shivered, but convinced himself that it came from the biting cold. “If Uncle wants to know what Nolan is here for, let me just ask.”

“She didn't want to answer earlier, why should she answer now?”

“He wants to see me. He will definitely answer me. He's my guest and Uncle has no right to treat him like that!” Jose knew the sentence was too late for him to utter, but it was better than never.

His uncle sighed. “He's on my land. Of course I deserve to treat him like anything. We have no obligation to be generous to the homeless who enter our territory secretly, at night.”