Chapter 63

Hiram stood stiffly in fear.

He was trying not to piss himself as his nemesis stood before him with that patronising, sardonic and condescending look on his handsome face.

Hiram had thought that he had won when he heard that Fiaz was also dead, but no, the bloody prodigal son was back. And the woman, how did he find them, the lucky bastard.

Hiram finally got some control over himself. He hadn’t lived this long being stupid. He would prevail, and he would have that whore too.

“Hasid, it is a pleasure to see you again. I’m so sorry that you have lost your brother and father,” he got out in an almost normal tone for him.

“I wish I could say the same,” Hasid replied.

He waved to a seat and ignored Hiram as he took his own again. Hasid resumed his meal as if he hadn’t been interrupted.

Hasid glanced at the woman after several mouthfuls and said, “I think you should go lay down after you have eaten, my dear. We need to talk business, and I don’t wish to bore you.”

She smiled sweetly at him and replied, “Yes, dear, I think I could do with a nap, flying is so tiring. Are we going to the farm tomorrow?” she asked.

“We will see, my dear. I need to find out if it is an acceptable condition to receive you in your condition. You are carrying my sons, and I need to keep you safe.”

She rolled her eyes as if he were being stuffy and said to Mica, “Once we are at the farm, we must entertain. I would love to meet your wife and babies.”

Mica smiled and nodded his head, “Susa will be delighted. I am sure.”

Hiram was fuming. Not only had he not been introduced to the woman, but also, they were treating him as if he weren’t even in the room. They hadn’t even offered a drink. He glared at Dusty to give her a hint that she was being a terrible hostess.

She never even looked in his direction.

Dusty put her knife and fork down and went to stand. Hasid seemed to appear behind her, and he helped her out of the seat and walked her to the bedroom with his arm around her.

“What in the hell is going on?” Hiram asked Mica after the couple disappeared into the bedroom.

“His wife, Donia, is pregnant with twins. She is a magician like him, and he is very protective of her,” Mica answered as he watched Hiram.

Hiram froze for a movement as he was reaching for the wine bottle on the table. He’d absently noticed it hadn’t been touched, but that thought flew out of his head as he plonked back down.

He frowned. “If they are magical people, how do we know he is Hasid and not an impostor?” he asked Mica as he poured himself a much-needed drink.

“Already tried that. He reminded me of an event only four people knew of. He, his brother, my wife and me. We have never spoken of it, and I’m damn sure his brother hasn’t.”

Mica and his wife were the only two who knew that he had, in fact, been fucking Pathan, not Hasid, as he had implied earlier. He and Pathan had been lovers for many years. It was a goodbye fuck since he had been forced to marry and would be moving. It had been bittersweet since they had been each other’s first lover.

He had been supposedly keeping an eye on Pathan while Hasid was away, and he had seduced him instead. His new wife had understood since she knew he liked both men and women. As long as he didn’t bring his male lovers home, she pretended it didn’t happen. Being a hotel manager had its perks.

Hasid had found them, and then Susa had walked in. She had been badly shocked that first time. He and Pathan had scrambled to get their clothes back on when they heard someone coming.

Hasid had shooed them into the bathroom. He then jammed his hand down Susa’s bodice and lip-locked her while Mica and Pathan hid.

Mica remembered hearing Fiaz say, “Hasid, now is not the time to fuck your sister. You have to wait until that little dick does her first, and then you can do her whenever you want. You’re lucky I found you and not his father, as he would want your head removed. Come, there are plenty of other whores to sate yourself on.”

He had heard Hasid apologise and then Fiaz had left. Hasid had then said, “Sorry, Susa, he’d have killed them both if he had found them.”

Mica knew Hasid was very protective of Pathan. He’d have tossed Susa to the wolves to save him, and she and Mica knew this. That’s why he knew only Hasid knew because, at that time, only they knew Pathan was gay.

That was why Hasid had said groom to him and not the bride. Fiaz had told other people that Hasid had fucked his half-sisters, even though that wasn’t true for any of his six sisters. Hasid had never disputed his father’s words.

“What event?” Hiram asked.

Mica smiled stiffly at him, “One I’m not at liberty to share. But as I said, only the true Hasid would know of it.”

“They can read minds,” Hiram insisted as he put his glass down, having taken a big swig of the wine before speaking.

“Some can, most can’t. Personally, I don’t care. He can’t do any worse than the Merat family, even if he isn’t one of them. He showed me his magical item and told me how he found it. Don’t mess with him, Hiram, or you won’t live to regret it.”

“Don’t threaten me, you fag,” Hiram growled.

“A smart man listens to good advice, Little Prince Harry,” the sardonic voice said as Hasid came into Hiram’s view.

Hiram started at the voice and grimaced. The only person game-enough to call him ‘Little Prince Harry’ was Hasid.

He always called him that after he had done something stupid. It didn’t mean this man was Hasid. It just meant he had balls as big as his.