Chapter 33:

Xander watched, with particularly no interest at all, as Kane popped the champagne, before lowering the liquid into his cup, "Drink up, Xander." Kane patted him in the shoulder lovingly, like a mother forcing her teenage sons to eat.

Xander held the bottle before he chugged the sixth bottle into his mouth, he leaned on the chair as he watched the underworld bubble with noises, smokes of cigar, the stench of the people, it was suffocating, but for him, it was considered his therapy. It made him relax a little, and what better way to relax than to be with someone everyone considered a god? Kane.

"So, Xander. Tell me about this your wife." Kane stared at him, taking in another bottle. "Can I have her? For just one night?"

"Don't you dare do anything with her!" Xander growled, his head hurting badly, if there was one thing, he had an high alcohol resistance. He could have as many bottles as he wished. But hearing Kane say disgusting things about his wife intensified his anger, it brought