Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 153 Kill the blonde!!

Back at the Golden Palace, tension rose to the brim, seeping straight up to the ceiling. Norman and Thomas had taken over the mansion completely, with Joshua—the imposter—at gunpoint. Security had been hijacked to prevent anyone from alerting the authorities. Every system was locked down, sealing the place tight. No one was entering or leaving without permission from inside.

Seeing their master with a gun aimed at his forehead, the guards cooperated instantly.

"Now tell me," Thomas began, his voice low and dangerous, "where are we signing things without inviting the real owner of this mansion?"

Joshua’s body trembled harder, as though he were trapped inside a block of ice. Nicole, however, seemed far too distracted—her gaze glued to the shirtless, muscular men.

"Want your eyes gouged out?" Norman thundered. His voice alone carried enough force to chill bone marrow.

Nicole jerked back to reality immediately. Her previously wandering senses snapped back like a rubber band. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Definitely not! But... who are you people? Why are you here?" she babbled, eyes still betraying her fascination as they crawled all over the men.

Irritated, Thomas rolled his eyes. Maybe a demonstration would wake her up. He raised his gun and fired into the air without hesitation. The explosive crack froze everyone in place, breaths trapped in their throats.

"Does this look like a fucking joke to you?" Thomas barked. "I’ll blow your head right off if you don’t start talking."

Joshua ruffled his hair in frustration.

Shit. How the hell was he going to deal with these assholes?

"Money, right? We have it—rolls of it. Tell me what amount you want and I’ll get it for you right now," Joshua blurted, desperately trying to bargain. Except it was pointless. All their accounts were frozen. Every asset already belonged to the real Daniel Lancaster. But he couldn’t let these men know that—he only needed to stall long enough to alert someone.

Easier said than done.

People were already avoiding the mansion, spreading stories about Xylander sexually assaulting a woman before she took her life. The Golden Palace had become the Haunted Palace overnight.

"Money?" Norman scoffed. He pushed a gun right against Nicole’s head, making the woman gulp down something invisible.

"I’m not a fucking beggar, bitch," he hissed. "It’s your lives I want. But before that—we’re going to the cell. Take us there. Now."

Nicole’s eyes widened.

Joshua, clueless about who was even in the cell, couldn’t grasp why these lunatics wanted to go near it. Who even goes around asking for cells?

But Nicole knew exactly what they meant.

With the way they talked, they either planned to free the prisoners... or kill them. Freeing them was a nightmare waiting to happen. Killing them—even worse. Both options were reckless, stupid, and terrifying.

"You came all the way here just to see a prisoner? As if," Joshua scoffed, throwing his hands dramatically like some irritated diva—which disgusted Thomas, who stood closest. Seeing this fake bitch impersonate their beast of a friend made Thomas’s blood boil. The audacity was unbelievable.

"Bitch, this gun isn’t fake. I’m losing my patience," Thomas snapped, voice echoing sharply. This guy was so irritating that if things went as expected, he’d get sent straight to hell tonight—where he belonged.

Panicked, Joshua finally raised his hands in surrender.

A cell they want? A cell they will get—just so long as they weren’t asking for money.

The lawyer accompanying them had already peed himself, shaking so violently it looked like he would faint at any moment.

Joshua walked ahead, one step at a time, Thomas right behind him. Nicole led the way, still held at gunpoint. She stumbled and nearly slammed her head on the concrete floor, but nobody cared enough to help.

Humiliated, Nicole dragged herself up, face burning with shame, and limped toward the dark corridor filled with cobwebs. Dust coated everything, like it had been abandoned for centuries. Thomas briefly doubted that Adrian Valez could still be alive in such a place—but somehow, he was.

Metal creaked as Nicole unlocked the gate. She stepped aside and pointed weakly.

"That’s where they are..."

Thomas peered in.

A powerful stench hit them instantly, thick and suffocating.

Disgusted, he ordered Nicole and Joshua to bring more guards. Terrified for their own lives, they obeyed. Soon, four guards stood at the entrance like sacrificial lambs.

"Enter and bring out anyone you find," Norman commanded. "You either come out with someone... or you taste a bullet."

With trembling legs, the guards stepped inside.

For a moment, silence.

Then—crack.

The sound of a neck snapping echoed out.

Joshua grimaced. "What the heck was that?"

Norman’s lips curled. "That means our friend is alive. Good to know he’s being taken care of."

Joshua didn’t want to know what that meant.

He tried to sneak away while Norman and Thomas leaned closer to peer into the darkness—but he didn’t get far.

"Come back here, rat," Thomas snarled. "Your journey with us isn’t over. You still have things to do. We’re going to have so much fun. Aren’t you excited? More corpses for the grave."

Joshua froze, blood cold as ice.

Minutes passed. Nothing emerged from the dark.

Nicole, too stunned to speak, dreaded the idea of seeing Adrian Valez. Even his name made her skin crawl. She’d heard his brutality firsthand—his brother’s chopped-off fingers were proof enough.

She braced herself.

Then—

A sudden chill washed over her. A suffocating, domineering aura pushed her down. Her body collapsed to the floor, squirming uncontrollably.

"What in God’s name is that...?" Nicole whispered.

She looked up—and there he was.

Adrian Valez.

The legend.

The monster.

The master of cruelty who was eventually manipulated himself.

He looked nothing like a prisoner.

Sure, he was emaciated but his body? A sculpture. Tattoos. Muscles. Raven-black curls stuck to his temples, giving him a feral, godlike charm.

He growled low, wearing a venomous smile as he stepped forward.

A collar around his neck beeped menacingly.

Thomas smirked. "Now that’s what I like to see. Welcome back, Adrian Valez. Consider this a courtesy from Daniel Lancaster."

Adrian’s gaze moved to Joshua, mistaking him for Daniel. His brows shot up.

"Oh, don’t flatter yourself," Norman said. "You’re not forgiven. And the sweet part? Daniel gave us full permission to kill the rest of your squad. But you? He wants you alive. He’s going to break you physically, mentally, spiritually... until nothing remains."

Adrian’s eyes darkened.

He lunged—

And the collar shocked him violently. His body convulsed, blood spilling from his mouth until the shock ended.

"Respect yourself," Norman warned coldly. "Don’t try that shit again."

He turned to Joshua.

"Block every exit. Bring them out. They’re about to receive their just reward. Too bad Daniel isn’t here to enjoy it."

One by one, the prisoners were dragged out:

Greta, Gregor, Cassian, Jake, and Cecelia.

All tied around a pillar in the sitting room.

Thomas pointed at Joshua.

"After them, it’s your turn. You’ll be gutted alive. That’s what you get for impersonating my best friend and accusing his husband."

Thomas and Norman laughed darkly. Nicole knelt shaking, head bowed, trembling like a worm in salt.

Norman typed to Daniel:

"Adrian is safe and sound. What next?"

Daniel responded instantly:

"Kill them all. Joshua and Nicole—I want them butchered. Hang their skulls where everyone can see. But erase all traces that it came from me."

Norman responded with a simple emoji of understanding.

"Anything for you. Stay safe," he replied, ending the chat.

The tied prisoners stared at each other in dread.

Norman raised his gun.

"Kill the blonde one first."

He pointed at Cassian.

Cassian’s blood ran cold. He looked at Adrian for help, but Adrian only returned a dead, empty stare.