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Heart of Darkness - A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Novel

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by Gabi Moore

While Dion puzzled over the reasons for the bus arrival, the women on it, and his uncle’s real motivations, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Dion turned to see the chamberlain Rudy with a note in his hand. Rudy handed it to Dion and left the table. Rudy had timed his approach at the right time as Kristen Malar was back in the far side of the hall conversing with the women’s writing group. It would be of interest to find out what kind of reading material was popular in this world, as it seemed so much like his own in many ways.

  Dion unfolded the note and read the message. “Downstairs in the warehouse,” it read. “Immediately. I need to talk to you about something.” It was signed by Susan Mahen.

  Dion folded the note and stood up from the table. “I need to see about something,” he said to his parents. His uncle did not seem to notice what Dion was up to, but it could be a deliberate ruse. “I’ll return in a few minutes.”

  Dion tossed the note into the fireplace as he walked past it, stopping briefly to make sure it burned.

  When he departed the stairwell at the bottom level, Dion was greeted by Rudy, who pointed to their right. In the far corner of the warehouse level, he saw Susan Mahen standing idle next to a collection of wooden crates. She made eye contact with him the moment he looked at her.

  Dion wondered what this all might be about. He’d felt some interest from Susan the first time they were introduced. If this were the case, he’d have to inform her that he had a fiancée who waited for him on the other side of the gate he’d taken to enter this world. Lilly might not rule over a huge tower, but she other qualities, which would make her a good wife.

  “You need to see this,” Susan said as Dion walked up to her. She pointed down at the open crates.

  Below him, inside the wooden crates, were twelve fully automatic rifles. The other crates, which were pried open, contained ammunition and spare parts for the weapons. Dion bent over and noted the maker of the rifles. It was a German arms manufacturer. He shook his head; only the best for Seth Bach.

  “What the hell are these?” Susan demanded. “Rudy found these crates last week when he took inventory. They weren’t here the last time we inventoried this part of the warehouse. I know because we have to keep close records for the tax assessor. He just now opened them up. Does this have something to do with your uncle?”

  “Probably,” Dion told her. “I can’t think of any other reason he’d have them here. Of course, they make the official reason he had for bringing me here absurd. He doesn’t need me or the fifth elemental grandmaster to get rid of the Azuroth if he has these.” Dion had a thought and turned back to Susan. “Did you just say you don’t know what they are?”

  “I’ve never seen a thing like these devices,” she told him. “What are they?”

  “Are you familiar with guns?” Dion asked her.

  “What?”

  “Nasty weapons,” he told her. “Ones that shoot bullets.”

  “I know what you’re talking about,” she snapped at him. “Don’t treat me like a fool. Those things were banned hundreds of years ago, ever since the Rutrack Massacre. No one would even consider using one; it’s a capital offense in most kingdoms just to own one. Besides, where would you get the compound that makes them work? Didn’t they use some kind of flammable powder?”

  Dion looked at the rifles and realized what his uncle plans were. He needed Queen Lilith to clear the tower of the inhabitants. Once he had everyone outside, he could distribute the automatic weapons to the guards who used to work for him. The Azuroth wouldn’t last five minutes when they opened up with them. He could do the same thing to the ones outside. Of course, there would be witnesses, but they would be outside when the slaughter began. Once he cleaned up the mess, he could bring everyone back inside and repeat the procedure outside. No one who was native to this world had to see the horror he was about to unleash on creatures who fought with their claws and had no protection.

  A chill went through Dion when he understood there didn’t have to be any witnesses at all. In the end, his uncle would have an unlimited way to enrich himself by supplying cheap power to the sovereigns. He could use this to fund whatever activities he planned back home on their world. It was a ruthless plan and one in his uncle’s style.

  “Make sure these are always under guard,” Dion told Susan. “They are far more deadly than anything you can imagine.”

  She looked down at the rifles with disgust. “Is it safe to leave them here?” Susan asked.

  “For now, yes. They are harmless unless you know how to make them work. If someone tries to use one with no knowledge of it, they could end up killing themselves. So I’d recommend you keep everyone away from them for the time being.”

  Susan looked the rifles and ammunition over. “These things look scary. I’m not surprised they’ve been banned. Why would he bring them here?”

  “Let’s just say that any one of these can kill the entire Azuroth force many times over. I think my uncle brought them across as part of his overall plan. He’s using the Azuroth to clean out the tower. Once the tower is under their control, you’ll have to allow him to distribute the weapons to the guards he brought with him. Most of the guards were soldiers and know how to use them. They’ll eliminate the Azuroth on both sides of the tower faster than you can imagine.”

  She starred off into space, then returned her attention to Dion. “Don’t you find it a little strange the bus full of women writers broke down next to the tower before the second group of Azuroth appeared? They still haven’t given me an adequate reason for being in this part of the kingdom. The only decent road runs from the entrance of the pass to our tower. It was built hundreds of years ago to supply the garrison that used the tower. The only reason anyone uses that road is to visit us. We hardly ever see people up in these hills.”

  “I thought they were too much of a coincidence too,” Dion agreed with her. “But I don’t get any bad feelings from these women. All of them seem to be transparent as far as their personalities go. However, I’m new to this world. What is your feeling?”

  Susan, still wearing her basic red gown, put her hands on her hips and looked at the weapons again. “I don’t know what to think. They don’t seem to have much in common, which is what you might expect from some tourists. The only thing that unites them is a love of books. I’m scared to let them near the library, since it’s too close to those creatures at the top of the tower. Part of me wonders if they’re connected with the government in some fashion. The sovereign has used some creative methods to track down criminals in the past. This is just the sort of thing she would do.”

  “And still no sign of the fifth element grandmaster,” Dion brought up to her. “Even if she was just an excuse my uncle could use to bring my parents and myself here, I wish she’d make an appearance. If nothing else, my uncle would no longer be able to hide his trued intentions from her after we show her this gun cache.”

  “How do you not know the fifth element grandmaster is working with your uncle?” Susan asked him. Dion could see by the determined look on her face she was serious.

  “It’s never happened,” Dion pointed out. “The elemental grandmasters have to be chosen with care. The other masters have to trust her with their lives. I can’t even conceive of a scenario where they’d risk someone who was capable of doing this. It would wreck their positions.”

  “Too many coincidences,” Susan continued. “Too many things that don’t add up.”

  Chapter 16

  Dion wanted to agree with her, but he knew so little about how her world functioned. It was time to ask her a few basic questions. It was the only way he would ever find out anything about it.

  “This sovereign of yours,” he asked, “Does she have a name? I’m sorry I have to ask, but the government functions differently where I come from in the other world.”

  “Princess Menisha,” he was informed by Susan. “Guardian of the faiths, Lady of the Kingdom of Gwensea. She has about fifty official titles, but I doubt you want to hear them a
ll.”

  “That is quite alright,” Dion told her. “How is she chosen?”

  “Chosen?” Susan looked at him with a combination of amusement and surprise. “She’s the oldest daughter of the previous Sovereign. That is the way it has always worked and always will work. Do you mean to tell me they choose your sovereigns differently where you come from?”

  Dion decided not to go into the whole concept of a democratic republic to her. It was an alien concept, he could tell. Better to find out what he needed to know and leave without the creation of a footprint in this world. Perhaps the same thing had taken place in his world’s distant past. It would account for many things.

  “So the story about trained dragons is true as well?” he added. “Sorry, but they don’t have them in the place I call home.”

  “We don’t see too many of them around the tower,” she told him. You might see one or two patrolling the skies, but not often. The whole reason our family was able to take a lease out on his tower was the dragons. Any army which tried to attack the kingdom through the mountain pass would be spotted and vulnerable to the dragons in the air.”

  “I just wanted some confirmation on that one,” Dion told her. How could she possibly understand that dragons were mythical beasts in his world? Although larger lizards once existed, no one could ever find one that belched fire.”

  “I’m going to leave these men here to guard the weapons,” Susan announced to him. “If you speak the truth, your uncle intended to use them against us eventually.”

  Dion didn’t tell her his fear that his uncle didn’t plan to leave any survivors. It was too much of a speculation. It was also too much of an evil concept for his uncle. But it would eliminate the need to worry about witnesses. If projectile weapons were a capital offense in this world, his uncle was prepared to risk everything by using them. Whatever he planned long-term, it had to be worth the wrath of both governments. Right now, Dion didn’t want to speculate on it.

  “I need you to come back upstairs with me,” Susan told Dion. “We have to confront your uncle and demand an explanation for these weapons.”

  “My guess is that he’ll deny everything,” Dion responded. “He might even try and blame me for their being in the warehouse.”

  Susan ruffled around in her gown and pulled out a piece of paper. “I found this in one of the crates,” she said. She handed it to Dion. “Does this mean anything to you?”

  The paper was an invoice for three crates of machine parts made out to Seth Bach’s company. The delivery address was the mall in Ohio and the shipper was some company in Germany. Dion suspected the German company would turn out to be a fake address or a firm that specialized in discreet customers. The dimensions of the crates matched the ones on the invoices.

  “It’s an order for three crates of machine parts,” Dion told her. “Appears to be the method they used to get them past the customs inspector.”

  “He’ll deny it was sent to him, of course,” Susan spoke up. So far, the household servants hadn’t moved one bit from the crates.

  “Not too easy to do. The shipment address is the shopping mall he owns in our world. Plus, the sizes of the crates match the ones over there. Any investigator would conclude the paperwork was written just to hide the true nature of what he was importing.”

  Another clap of thunder echoed through the warehouse. Dion looked around it and noticed the entrance to the lion’s cage on the far end. The eyes of the big predator stared out at him and he heard the beast make a low growl. Maybe they could release it if Queen Lilith and her minions became more of a threat. The sisters seemed to have it under control. However, a lion was still a wild animal and unpredictable.

  “Don’t move from these crates,” Susan told the servants. “We’ll be back. If you are needed upstairs, close them up and push them back to the racks.”

  “What if we need to use the bathroom?” one of the men asked.

  “One at a time. One man can use it while the other keeps these weapons under watch.”

  Dion and Susan took their time going up the stairs. Dion felt the musty cold and damp air inside the stairwell. It was worse at the bottom of the tower. It must be due to the dampness rising from the flooded-out landscape. He prayed the foundation of the tower would withstand the constant barrage of rain. If this was the first time a storm lasted so long in memory, had one ever been so bad before? This tower was massive, he could think of no equivalent one back in his world. Most of the watchtowers in on Earth were much smaller and built less than five hundred years ago. Most were abandoned when their reason to be there vanished. A watchtower wasn’t needed when you had aerial reconnaissance. As it stood by itself, such a tower became target practice for cannons and guided missiles.

  They emerged into the great hall to discover her sisters arguing with his uncle. His parents were sitting further away than the last time and pretended not to take part in the conversation.

  “It was your idea to open the gate,” Kiley pointed out to Seth Bach. “You were the one who appeared out of nowhere and had this fantastic plan which would solve our financial problems. Now we have to figure out what to do about those things in the tower over us. I did not inherit this position just to watch the tower fall into ruin. If the sovereign finds out what happened, she’ll have us all removed and the tower placed under her direct control again.”

  “I swear,” his uncle sent back, “that I had no knowledge as what was to happen. They caught me off guard just as everyone else. Had I advance warning what was to happen, I never would’ve gone through with it.”

  “I don’t know about that, Mr. Bach,” Susan said, who had emerged from the shadows with Dion. “I think you may have planned this invasion all along.” Her eyes of fire contrasted with the rest of her, an effect that Dion hadn’t noticed before.

  “That is absurd,” Dion’s uncle shouted to her as he spun around. “Why would I sabotage my own process? What possible reason could I have for doing such a thing?” Dion’s uncle sat straight in the chair he occupied at the table, the picture of righteous indignation.

  “Perhaps you can tell, us,” she replied. Susan stopped a body length in front of him and towered over the man. “I just found three crates we didn’t know about in the first level warehouse. Do I need to tell my sisters what were in those crates?”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about!”

  “Talk to us,” Kiley Mahen demanded. Dion watched her eyes flush red too.

  “The servants found three crates the other day which were not on the inventory list of the first level warehouse. They had me come down and look at them when just now when the crates were opened because they wanted one of us to have a look. I didn’t recognize what was in them, so I had his nephew brought down to see them. Dion tells me those crates contained projectile weapons, deadly enough to kill everyone in the tower, both human and otherwise. Isn’t that right, Dion?”

  “More than enough to do it once,” Dion agreed. “There is enough ammunition down there to kill everyone in the tower several times over.”

  Her sisters were livid. “Projectile weapons in our tower?” Kiley gasped.

  “If the sovereign ever finds out,” Loris managed to speak, “we’ll lose everything and be turned out in the streets.”

  “Only if she doesn’t have the three of us executed,” Susan added. “It is a capital offense to own one of those things.”

  “Lock him up!” Kiley Mahen yelled to a few of her people who stood near the table. “Take him down to the spare room next to Draco’s pen! I will figure out what to do with Mr. Bach later.”

  “You have no proof!” Dion’s uncle was pleading as three of the tower retainers hauled him down the stairs.

  “Dion thinks he planned on using Queen Lilith to clear us out of the tower,” Susan Mahen explained to her sisters.

  Kiley looked puzzled. “Why would he do that?” The air took a slow chill, as the temperature in the great hall seemed to lessen by a few degrees.
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br />   “He would reveal the weapons when the Azuroth were about to break through,” Dion explained. “You would have no choice but to allow him to use them against the invaders. He has people in this tower who are experienced with them. I’ve even heard them complain about their lack of weapons. Once they had their hands on them, the Azuroth, and their queen, would be mowed down faster than grass under a blade. Sure, you would have had to allow him to use deadly and banned weapons to do the job, but all of you would still be alive. You would also be forced to let him have his way with the tower or risk discovery by your sovereign.” He didn’t mention his fear that all of them could easily be eliminated as witnesses by one burst of those automatic rifles.

  “What are we going to do with those weapons?” Loris questioned. “What happens if they are ever discovered here?”

  “You can send them back with us,” Dion explained to her. “Or bury them some place. I’d recommend sending them back so there is nothing to show they were every here.”

  “What about the guards who are holding the Azuroth back?” Kiley brought up. “Will they still listen to us if they know their employer is being held in the warehouse?”

  “Who says we have to tell them anything?” Susan offered. “Besides, they are busy with the hordes. None of them can run out of here, where would they go in this storm?” Another flash of lighting punctuated her statement.

  “What about reopening the gate?” Susan asked. “Can we do that? It might be possible to get the Azuroth back into the abyss if we open up the gated to it. Do we have the means to do it?”

  As they talked, Dion turned and looked at the group of women who’d arrived on the bus. All of them were in the far part of the great hall in the middle of several conversations. From what he could hear, it was all about books. They were in danger both within and without. Didn’t their situation register to these women? At least a few of them were aware of the threat from the invaders over them. Whey didn’t it seem to concern the rest? What was he missing in this picture?

 

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