The Masked Son-In-Law

Chapter Five

Francis snatched the tray from Dylan's hand and insisted he tells them about the incident.

But Dylan had no intention of letting them on in his private life. The fact that they were monitoring him had given him a hint on what to say.

"No I'm not working undercover, Wayne it's clear I'm busy."

"No, these street guys with nothing to their name, you can't predict their level of desperation," Wayne explained to Francis.

"You know the VIP ticket will be occupied if we stay any longer than we have." Francis spokewhivh brought Wayne out of her thoughts. "We need to be among the toppers so get yourself together, will you?"

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Francis collects the phone from Wayne. That was a step that made Dylan anxious.

"It's not hard, take it from my hand," Francis demands. "Call the person again, it's not like you're not going to call him."

And saying so, Francis plucked his hand into Dylan without giving him a chance to explain himself.

"It's the hospital." Dylan closes his eyes. "Mother had been sick and Katie is helping me look after her."

"Liar. . ." Wayne clicked her tongue not believing Dylan.

"Why do we even care, a low life like his has nothing to lie about, do they? Let him be." Francis rugged the shoulder of his sister and dragged her along with him.

"I can't leave, Francis, this man has stumbled more than he can chew." Wayne was hesitant.

"A few hours from now he won't be here to irk you again, bear with him."

Wayne scoffed. Just then Gina showed no hesitation as she entered with a tall huge man.

"Beat him," Gina ordered.

"What is the meaning of this Gina?"

"I can't find the one thousand dollars I kept in the drawer beside my bed and no one was there aside from him." Gina lied glaring daggers at Dylan.

Everyone was stunned Dylan was a complete douchebag to them and useless that he hadn't made anything out but they knew for sure that Dylan will never steal what is not his.

"Gina, calm down, are you sure it was him in the first place?" Francis questioned.

Gina flared up. "You idiot! Are you questioning me, so you've finally sided with Dylan?"

"It's not what you think, sister. " Francis adjusted his tie with his hand. Disgruntled by his sister's accusations he concluded. "I mean we can't judge someone right."

"I think you should beat him up, this son of a bitch is keeping mute. You think we don't know you are looking for money to get your mother treated?" Gina had hated Dylan,

"I have no idea what you're talking about Gina." Dylan finally defends himself.

"Beat him, break his leg and teach him not to touch what doesn't belong to him." She demands the man beside her, it was her husband.

As soon as she said that the man swung his hand striking a fist at Dylan's nose.

Neo had so much force that Dulan stumbled backwards stuttering on his heels he nearly fell when another one landed on his stomach, Dylan groaned and dropped to one knee crumbling crimson gushing out of his nose.

Touching his nose he figured it was not just pain but that he was bleeding through. He got mad and furiously stumbled to his feet, he launched his fist by his side.

Glancing at Neo he dabbed his arm across his face, Neo was bigger than him and he was an experienced fighter.

He was tired of this vile treatment. He glared at Neo, there were better chances to get back at him, Dylan was certain of that.

"Stop it, I didn't do it. Your wife did. She's accusing me." Dylan turns his face to Gina. "I only got the clothes and for my mother's treatment, a poor man like me has at least God in his favour."

Shivers ran through Gina and turning to her was the look on her husband's face, questioning her. "Is that true?" Neo asked in a cold voice, taking a step closer to his wife.

Gina gulped hard, there was silence and the aura was ominous, Neo with his broad and colossal figure was almost as big as a heavyweight champion. Everyone would easily be intimidated by him.

"Sweetheart, his words over mine. . . seriously?" Gina stuttered, putting up an innocent face.

He turned to look at Dylan hostility deepened his grey eyes. "So you're saying my wife is now at fault?" Bro said, stepping towards Dylan.

The fact that Dylan refused to divorce Natalie made Neo hate him even more. With a smirk, he jerked Dylan close to his chest. He was going to crumble this low life to nothing.

Dylan's irritation with everything and the vile accusation taking a toll on him let out.

"Stop. Or else."

"Else what? I see you've learned to talk back these days." Neo asked mockingly. His sarcastic voice getting louder, not Dylan, he couldn't scare the big man.

Dylan knows how Neo had tried so hard to please their mother-in-law by getting a position at the law firm.

Meanwhile, Natalie came out of the study room dressed in a luxurious gown that revealed her radiant beauty.

She lifts her head shocked that she forgot she was on a phone call while Neo was punching his fist forward and Dylan stood before him helplessly with his nose filled with blood.

Dylan gave a side look and figured the shock on his wife's face, he let out a sigh at least she is the only one that will save him from his devastating condition right now.

To his surprise. Natalie gave him a death glare, pulled her car lets from her bag, she walked towards the door as if they were invisible to her.

Taking her eyes off of them she sighs thinking to herself what did Dylan do to himself In such a position? She hates him for how useless he is and the more she thinks of the auction the harder she hates him.

Dylan's heart hurt as if it was cooked seeing his wife walk away from him. He expected her to act that way, she had never treated him with care or love.

She always cursed him for making her life a living hell.

"Neo stop!" Debbie shouts from the staircase, they had a better way of getting rid of him instead of staining their hands with his blood.

Not that she didn't fancy the treatment they were serving him just that her family, the Bush, was too prestigious to be under probation and assault investigation, that would mean her hard work to separate Dylan from Natalie for these past years would be in vain and she would be a mocking stone for other affluent families.

Listening to his mother-in-law Neo stopped. "This should be a warning trash," Neo swore in a breathy voice then spat on Dylan before walking out.

Dylan tried to get on his feet, he stretched his hand hugging the wall, but everyone just stared at him, and he grumbled finding a place to hang onto.

Everyone left the room leaving Dylan on the floor; they couldn't care less if he lived or died.

After hours of lying down there, Dylan got up wincing in pain he coursed through, like a metal he dragged his body through the staircase and got to the entrance of his room his hand around the door handle but before he could turn it he felt a hand wrap around him. He turned trying to get a glimpse but he was already taken.

With the bloody shirt and his face filled with blood Dylan finds himself caged like a dog.

No, no, this can't be him displayed as a circus to the filthy people that called themselves rich.

"We present to you the best package of tonight's event."

The microphone screeched and the light was directed at Dylan, but something was odd.

Over the last few hours of driving down to the grand ball, Dylan figured that his shirt had changed and his face was almost treated.

Everyone was stunned. "That's not how we left him, are you kidding me," Wayne exclaimed.

Natalie was nervous, her stepmother and her children had conspired against her to humiliate her in public.

"Wait, Debbie isn't that your son-in-law?" Salsa asks with a side-eye.

"Right," Debbie replied, not believing her word Salsa chuckled ever so slightly.

"So this is the surprise for the evening? You're really something Debbie."

Wendy gave her mother a smirk and then she scanned the lady beside her from head to toe. "He's the illegitimate daughter's husband. I suppose you didn't know." Debbie replied in a soft voice.

Dylan was in the cage when someone rushed up to the host of the occasion. "He can't be in there!" The man shouts.

"That's not your call to make, this man is purely for entertainment." The host hid his microphone from his mouth and muttered. "I'm only doing my job."

"How dare you question me! Let him out now or you will face the wrath."

"I might have considered that but what's so special about this man?"

Turning around Dylan made eye contact with his wife. "Dylan you son of a bitch." She angrily called his name. "You could have run away," Natalie said in a stern voice.

Then moved away when she figured some of the ladies with wines in their hands and Wayne was the leader walking towards her with a mocking look on their faces.

"Natalie." She clicked her tongue. "It's so unfortunate everyone is going to see your shame and won't take you in again." Natalie squeezed her face with a bitter expression.

This wasn't about Dylan it was about her, they forced her to marry him so that they can confide in her but now she's stuck not only to her household mocking but a massive mocking.

"Don't worry we ain't mock you, his rescue alone is mocking."

"Wayne." Sarah stepped from the other side with a glass of wine in her hand. "How much do you think this good for nothing worth?"

Dylan was shocked, Sarah had gotten worse, he wondered whether she lost her mind or it was her acting truly.

"Some cents? I don't quite know." Wayne clicked her tongue.

"Why don't we get a seat over there, the bidding will start any moment from now."

"I'm alright." Dylan tried to comfort his wife.

Taking her eyes off of him she let out a snort.

"Fine it's your life, just don't get me involved in your mess and ruin my career," Natalue said coldly.

Her words were always heartbreaking and weighed a lot on Dylan. He was at a dying point and all she cared about was her status in the family. A family such as the Bush had one thing in common pride.

"What are you waiting for, come on let the bidding begin," Francis shouts to the host while he laughed and busted with Lucien. Lucien has been throwing hard murderous looks at Dylan all through.

Some might think this idea of the auction was his, Lucien is known to be a cat at planning masterpieces.

"I'm sorry sir I can't carry on with the auctioning." The hist declared creating a commotion.

Lucien angrily walked up to him. "How dare you!" He growled.

The grand party was strictly restricted to the patriarchs and they do what it is that pleases their dark desire.

"It's slavery and the man over there." The host looked at Dylan with terror, but the fact that his identity as the Dorogo heir should be hidden made the man glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

That is not possible. "Mrs Debbie, are you playing games with me?" Lucien stormed to the yard where Mrs Debbie was standing.

Dylan got out of the cage and everyone was shocked by how the committee they set up disrespected them and is all in Dylan's favour right now.

There was a commotion. "I'm sorry sir please forgive me I didn't know. . ." the host rushed to Dylan but he stopped him before he could vomit any further.