The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 38: Curt

Over the past few weeks, the investigators sent by Spade and the Duke asked Ashton this question a lot. None of them was able to get a reliable answer.

It was actually beneath Spade to approach the criminal personally because, as Emperor, he only needed to order his subordinates to do things for him. This was why, while he was focused on the investigation, he never did the interrogation himself.

Spade’s patience had run out, and he couldn’t wait any longer, especially when he heard that the threats against Arren hadn’t been lifted. He needed to know who the enemy was right out of the suspect’s mouth.

Sure, he might have gotten a clue from the Duke, but that wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t feel at ease knowing that someone was hiding like a fucking mouse on his turf. Spade would not tolerate any enemies right under his nose.

He also knew that Ashton was a minor figure and that there was no way he had been exposed to any vital information, but information, no matter how minor, was still a clue. It was enough to start on something.

Ashton stiffened, and his cries slowed until they were just faint sniffles. If it were any other day, Ashton would scoff and remain silent. This time, it was clear that things were different. His mind had been broken for a long time, and the Emperor himself was the one who questioned him. He may have had a crooked personality, but the monarchy and hierarchy were deeply ingrained in his being.

When it was Spade who asked this question, the only thing that came to his mind right away was the answer.

"I... I’m not sure... it was Curt who gave me the drugs back then..." Ashton struggled to form his words as if something in his mind was mentally opposing him. Spade remained silent and watched him through it all, his brow furrowed.

With difficulty, Ashton continued his confession. His weak mind seemed to be used against him: "...I didn’t know their plan at first, and I only need the ecstasy. Then... Curt threatened me, saying he wouldn’t give me any more unless I did what he said. Fuck, I can’t do anything because I fucking desperately need that ecstasy. Then... he told me—I only needed to drug the son of Duke Katz... fuck, how was that possible? I don’t want to do it at first," Ashton mutters. freeweɓnovel.cøm

In Spade’s eyes, Ashton wasn’t in his right mind anymore, and instead of confessing to Spade, he appeared to be muttering about what had happened.

Spade’s jaw tightened as he listened to Ashton. He silently took notes of essential details in his mind.

"That was the son of the Duke. Did Curt even know what would happen if we got caught? But Curt only said that if I wanted my ecstasy, I needed to do it. Fucking Curt got the nerve to threaten me again. Asshole. But what can I do? I have to do it even if I don’t want to do it. Curt only said I was responsible for giving Arren the drugs and that the rest was up to them." As he went on mumbling, Spade didn’t say anything.

"I even asked him why they had to give Arren drugs when they knew it was a very dangerous thing to do. Curt only said that their boss took a fancy to Arren. Damn, I laughed so hard that time. I said, who wouldn’t? I know that things weren’t that simple, but Curt was fucking cunning and didn’t tell me the real reason. I didn’t agree at first because if I really needed the ecstasy that badly, I could just order it somewhere else, even if it was in another country. There was no reason for me to risk getting killed. But then," a smirk formed on his lips, and his pupils dilated.

"He also offered me twenty million. Fuck! That was twenty million. Heh, I agreed in the end. I only need to drug Arren anyway, nothing else. They must be very interested in Arren if they are willing to spend that much on him." Ashton’s incoherent muttering continued, and the alpha seemed to really be going crazy. It was as if he was the only one in the room; he had long stopped crying, and even his trembling and stammering words were the same.

Even though the alpha was still on his knees, he wasn’t as low to the ground as he used to be. At least Spade could see his face, which looked very strange. The insane figure continued to confess to Spade unconsciously, unaware that with each sentence he uttered, the pit he dug for himself grew deeper.

Spade’s face remained expressionless, but the increasing pressure of his pheromones revealed his current state. In fact, he couldn’t take everything Ashton was saying. As his blood boiled from the stimulation, his nerves begged him to act.

How much Spade wanted to punch the alpha in the face to make him shut up. However, Spade endured it. He had to listen. Anything could wait; he still needed to listen, even though it was really unbearable. Fortunately, he was specially trained in controlling his emotions.

"That, Arren," a disgusting laugh rang out. "He was truly stunning, and many coveted him. Unfortunately, no one could. Fuck, maybe it was his luck to come across lunatics who were willing to take risks. Everything was going so well until the bitch—ugh! Cough... cough..." Ashton coughed painfully and crouched down again on the floor, but he was now struggling in pain. His hand pressed hard against his side as if it could ease the pain. He was both groaning and coughing.

Spade couldn’t stop himself from kicking Ashton in the side. His face had darkened, making him even more terrifying. Spade could usually listen while controlling his emotions when Ashton narrated how they planned on drugging Arren; he could tolerate that. But don’t expect him to stay indifferent when an asshole begins to insult Arren in front of his face. He certainly wouldn’t let it be.

As Ashton’s pupils constricted and his face changed, it was as if Spade’s kick jolted the alpha awake. He started to beg again as he groaned in pain. As he continued to kick Ashton, Spade pretended not to notice anything. He only stopped after a few kicks; he loosened his cuff and looked down fiercely at the miserable alpha lying on the floor while crying and begging for Spade to stop.

"Your... Majesty..." Ashton cried.

Spade steps into Ashton’s stomach and puts a lot of pressure on it. This makes Ashton cough again, but there is blood in his cough this time. Spade didn’t even blink, and he didn’t stop what he was doing. His foot stayed where it was.

"Who is this, Curt?" Without any nonsense, Spade’s simple question started up again. He didn’t have time for nonsense; he’d been pinching his nose and stopping himself for a long time. That filthy word again was the last straw. His narrowed eyes and black amber pupils stared down at Ashton.

Ashton then shivered again. The pain was so bad that he didn’t have time to think anymore. He wanted to respond and end his suffering. "...Cough, Curt is the one I met who sells Ecstasy at... cough... the club. I only know... he’s a black market dealer... cough..." Even though it was hard, Ashton really tried to answer the question.

"Black market... eh," Spade sneered. "What club?"

"X-rated... in city A," Ashton answered truthfully. Anyway, even if Ashton didn’t say the name correctly, Spade could still find out by making a few phone calls. Even if it was illegal as long as it was operating in the Empire, Spade could still search it, even if he went through all the clubs in every city.

"Is there anything you know?" he asked again, not caring about the other person’s condition. Even if Ashton wanted to, he couldn’t complain either. He just wanted it all to be over.

So, he decided to say anything he knew that could be a clue, even if it could be useless at the same time. He didn’t care as much anymore.

"I didn’t really know much... I was... also introduced to him, and... a lot of people in that club used ecstasy to have fun, that’s all... then, I’d go there once if my body wanted to or if I craved it. I’m also unfamiliar with his organization... cough cough..." Ashton hurriedly said everything he knew but was cut short by his violent coughing before continuing with difficulty. "Oh... I only heard... he also worked at some clubs, but I didn’t know which ones. Your Majesty... I really don’t know much, not even who Curt was..." He continued under Spade’s terrifying gaze as the foot in his stomach increased in pressure.

He was now sobbing uncontrollably and had become dizzy from the agony. "Oh... I also remembered... I overheard Curt... when he was calling someone, I seemed to hear something about... laboratory then... right, I also seemed to hear something like... taking care of Amos’s remnants—"

"Amos?" Spade interrupted because the name sounded very familiar to him. He was sure he had heard it somewhere. As he frowned and tried to remember, something clicked. Right, was it about the Amos Family? But how are they connected to the organization?