Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 299 - Iron Nail- Part 3

Chapter 299 - Iron Nail- Part 3

With the bags, Lucas had in one hand and the other holding Belle's hand, they made their ways to the theatre. It was still day, and there was time for the sunset, not that they would be able to see the sun because of the snow and the clouds, but there was still light, and the would make the most use of their time.

The theatre they entered wasn't a reputed one where the pureblooded vampires went, but they had chosen to go to a local theatre. Sitting next to each other, they watched the play or more like Belle was the one watching the play while Lucas watched Belle and the different expression that appeared and disappeared on her face.

After a while sensing his gaze, Belle turned to look at Lucas, "Did you pay for the ticket to look at me?" she asked him teasingly.

"No harm in watching if there's something more fascinating in the room," he whispered for her to hear and Belle wondered if her cheeks and jaws would hurt with the number of times she was smiling at every word of Lucas.

"I wonder if this is how honeymoon feels like," she muttered under her breath thoughtfully.

Belle then looked down at her hand and her finger where the dried grass sat on her finger. Somewhere this one was much more special than the ones that were made of jewels. Given that it was made of grass and was no appealing to look at, but she couldn't stop admiring the way it was twisted and turned into a design in a short span of time.

"You know," Belle said, bringing her self close to him, "If you ever stopped working as the butler in the past, you could be the ring maker."

"How kind of you to recognise my talents," replied Lucas. He hadn't let go of her hand, which he had been holding, "I am sure even if I wasn't a good butler, you would have kept me."

"It would be hard to say it was possible to do so when I was a young girl, but if it was now, yes, it would be possible." She remembered the time when she had been helpless when it came to keeping Lucas in the mansion. Olivia had been so intent that it had broken her heart, not to forget Lucas' cold shoulder.

They spend some more time in the theatre until it ended and they started to leave when one of the men in the theatre happened to brush the back of Belle.

At first, Belle's thought was that it happened by mistake but the second time when it came to brushing her back, whoever it was used much more force towards her. Belle finally caught hold of the man's hand and dragged him to the side.

"What are you doing?" asked the man with a surprised look on his face.

Lucas, who had not noticed it furrowed his brows and wondered what was going on, "Is everything alright? What did he do?" asked Lucas to Belle when he heard her say,

"He was touching my back."

At her words, the man's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe she was accusing him, "I didn't no anything as such. I was walking on my way outside before you decided to catch hold of my hand and dragged me."

"Did you touch her?" asked Lucas, taking a step forward that intimidated the man.

"You are accusing me without any proof. It is not like you are pretty enough that I would do anything like that to you. I have my wife along with me," the stranger glared at Belle, and the woman appeared to come to stand next to her husband.

The woman said, "Why are you trying to create a scene for no reason. It might be someone else who brushed your hand."

"I know it is him."

"How do you know that? Do you have eyes behind your head?" asked the woman.

"I do," claimed Belle to receive chuckles from the people who surrounded them.

"Stop accusing me for no reason," and he raised his hand to point his finger at her. If there was something she had learned from someone, it was not to point the finger at a wrong person. And if a wrong person pointed their finger at you without willing to listen, there was only one way to go about it.

"Trying to shame my man here," the woman who was with the groper defended him.

Belle was not someone to sit quietly and let the person go. When the man didn't drop his hand down, her eyes moved to the wall to notice a nail that was present there. She caught hold of the man again this time, twisting him around and taking advantage of the fact that she was a vampiress while the man was only a human.

"Where are you taking me?! Let go of my hand!"

Dragging him towards the wall, Belle pulled out the nail and turned the man around to say, "Next time when you try to do something like what you did today, remember this," saying this she pushed the nail in the back of his hand to have the man screaming.

The man cried in agony as the little piece of sharp iron had been drilled at the back of his hand. Belle didn't stay there and started to walk, and Lucas walked next to her. Belle was angry that the man had dared to try touching her and had then denied.

"Learned it from your brother Quinn?" Lucas asked Belle who gave him a nod, "Thought so. You know if you wanted, we could have him dug in the ground," and he would do it without a second thought.

"Killing him would be too extreme."

"Not when the man touches you inappropriately. Not when it is my woman."

Belle, after a while, she asked, "Do you think I should have drilled two more nails into his hands?" hearing this Lucas chuckled.

"We can do that if you want to."

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