"This is serious Cyrus," I tell him instead, and Cyrus suddenly licks my ear, making me shiver. He starts kissing me on the neck, and while he was doing so, another man suddenly enters without knocking like what I did earlier.
"You gotta lie better than that Vincent Carter." He answers as he puts his handkerchief back in his pockets. I stare at his smug face for a moment. And without a second thought, I walk towards him and punch him so hard he stumbles backward.
Cyrus approaches his brothers so he could pat Chance on the head. Tobias stares at the sweet gesture that Cyrus gave to Chance and looks down on the floor. He must have felt jealous. If he wanted me to, I'd gladly pat his head for him.
"The Delton's send their regards," I tell him, and before he could utter a single word, I finally swing my arm fast; the end of the sharp knife slicing through his neck like I was cutting Christmas ham. His blood then splatters on my face. He struggles a little, but after a few seconds, he falls down.
The sudden declaration made the hair on my skin stand. I thought he was joking, but Cyrus looks at me seriously and says with determination, "And the first thing you have to do Mr. Vincent Carter is to act like a saint. That's the first role that you have to master in order for you to become a Delton. And in order for you to master it, you have to be as fucking fake...as our little Tobi."
The moment Chance was done talking, and when Cyrus finally heard about the funny encounter, Cyrus couldn't help but grab the knife and pierce it so hard on the table it actually got stuck there. And that was a bread knife. A BREAD knife.
"I bet that's what your father also said," I answered without even being sensitive enough to think that his father was murdered. I realize what I just said and immediately close my stupid mouth that apparently doesn't have any restrictions.
"I care little of your true identity. I don't care if you're really a Vincent or actually a Chris, but what I do know is that the police sent you, which means you're good." He explains. It surprised me because I thought he'd just slap me with my entire profile.
I didn't know what to do, but then Cyrus wraps his right arm around my neck and covers my mouth with a white cloth. The scent on the cloth was strong, and it started making me feel dizzy. My eyes were starting to close, but before I could even lose consciousness, Cyrus moves his face so close to mine that his lips touched my ear, "You still have to find the person who killed my father." He whispers, his low voice sending chills down my spine.
"Your work has just begun Mr. Carter." He says while slowly walking towards me. I thought he was going to at least give me a quick stab in the stomach with a knife that he might be literally hiding under his sleeves, but he grabs me by the head and gently pulls me towards him instead, and then to my surprise, the man gives me a hug.