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(His addiction.....)
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CHAPTER 31
#unedited…
"Let go of me, damn it!" she screamed, thrashing against the man holding her in place. Her legs kicked out, slamming into one of the men, He just gripped her harder, yanking her back with a growl.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice shaking.
""Shut your damn mouth, bitch Are you stupid? We're killing you, of course," a deep voice growled,
"I'm sure he'll find you eventually," he mused, stepping closer. "But by then, you'll be dead. And maybe, if we're lucky, we'll get to him, too."
"Where the hell are you taking me?" she demanded, Her blood boiled as they laughed.The words hit her like a punch to the gut, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't let this happen. Lucifer would come for her. He wouldn't let them get away with this.
A rough hand grabbed her chin, jerking her face up to meet the man's gaze. His breath was hot against her cheek He let go of her chin and stared at her lips.
"I wonder..." he mused.
"Wonder what?"
"How long will it take for you to beg."
"You're not touching me," she growled.
"Stay the fuck away."
"Go fuck yourself," she spat.
"I have a better idea." He grinned.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear "Let me fuck you," he whispered "And maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll let you live."
"No," she said, her voice quivering.
He chuckled. "We'll see about that."
He reached down and cupped her breast through her shirt.
"Don't touch me, you jerk. Get off me you mother fucker, She thrashed. "Let go of me, you perverted fuck."
His hand traveled further down her body, his fingers trailing along her skin.
"Stop," she cried.
The van swerved again, her body slammed forward, her face hitting the cold floor.. They were getting out of the van.
One of the men yanked her to her feet, his hand crushing into her wrist. She winced in pain before they pulled her from the van.
They dragged her through the dirt, her feet against the ground as they made their way toward a tall building ahead. It was dark,
, and far from anything familiar. The building was abandoned, and so old.
They shoved her inside, as she was thrown into the middle of a large, empty room. She hit the floor hard, but she didn't stay down. She scrambled to her knees, her breath coming in short bursts as she glanced around the space.
"Let go of me, you motherfuckers!" she screamed,.
A hand clamped over her mouth to silence her, but instinct took over. She bit down hard.
"You little bitch!" Before she could react, his open palm came crashing across her face.
Her head snapped to the side, her cheek stinging from the brutal impact. Stars burst behind her eyes, and for a second. Tears spilled from her eyes
"Fuck," she hissed, tasting her own blood as she spoke.
The man grabbed her by her hair dragging her up and slamming her back against the wall
Her chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The rain poured like hell from the sky as Damien's sleek black Maserati screeched to a halt in the middle of the empty road. He jumped out, his Italian loafers splashing through the puddles like he didn't even care. His chest burned. His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.
"Fuck," he hissed, slamming the door. "Where the fuck are you, Lily?"
His fingers flew across his phone screen, calling her for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
Voicemail. Again.
"Lily, call me back the moment you hear this. Please, I'm not fucking around anymore."
He hung up and threw the phone onto the passenger seat.He was supposed to protect her.Lucifer had told him one fucking thing.
"Don't let her out of your sight, Damien. You let anything happen to her—l you're fucking dead."
He'd searched the school. The café. The boutique. Her favorite bookstore. Nothing. No one had seen her.
The girl was delicate as hell, innocent, pure and now in the hands of God knows who. His mind spun with all the wrong possibilities.
Was she hurt?
Was she crying?
Was some sick fuck touching her?
Damien punched the steering wheel. "Darn it!"
He knew these streets better than anyone. His family owned half the city, and Lucifer ran the other half.
And still… he couldn't find her.
Instead, he exhaled slowly and tapped the button on his earpiece.
"Isabella," he said, "Pull up the live feeds from the front gate. Get me thirty minutes before her last sighting. And I want the satellite logs from the top of Rothman Tower use the military lens. Civilian cam's resolution is trash."
A pause. Then her voice crackled through the line."Yes, sir. I'm on it. Just give me a moment."
He closed his eyes for a second, not to relax but to contain the storm building in his gut.
His phone buzzed again. This time, he answered.
"Speak," Damien said quietly.
"Boss. I got the footage. It's grainy but yeah. You're right. Black van, no plates. She walked right past it when she left the gate. Next frame was gone."
"Driver?"
"Can't see a guy from the angle, but the guy had gloves on. This was planned."
Damien's nostrils flared. "You think I don't know that already? You think I need you to tell me this shit is high-level?"
"No, boss. I just"
"Listen to me carefully," Damien cut in "I don't give a fuck if the van evaporated into thin air. I want it found. Every satellite between New York and Sicily better be scanning for it. If I don't get results in the next twenty minutes. if you have to bribe a senator, call the governor, or hack the goddamn Pentagon."
Silence.
"…Yes, sir.I'll triple my men"
"Good. Now move."
Another pause. Then a quiet, "Understood. I'll call you the second we get a trace."
"You won't call me. You'll bring her back."
""Yes, boss. I'll activate the Black Cell. I'll have the entire city on lockdown in ten minutes."."
Damien hung up and leaned back slowly. He rolled his wrist, staring at the silver watch Lucifer had gifted him five years ago.
Damien exhaled.
He picked up his gun, loaded the clip, cocked it and tucked it beneath his blazer.
He slammed the brake, reversed hard, and pulled into the alleyway behind the building. .
Tire tracks. Fresh.
He jumped out, following the path on foot. He stopped dead when he saw something lying in the dirt.
Her bracelet.
The little silver one she never took off. Still warm.
His blood went cold. He bent down, picked it up, and stared at it for a long moment.
ROME, ITALY LUXURY PENTHOUSE 8:14 pM
The water in the shower ran hot.. Lucifer stood under the spray, his black hair wet, droplets tracing his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders.
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Fuck.
He took a deep breath, letting the hot water scald his skin His hand gripped the edge of the shower, and he stood still, allowing the cold pressure to sink in.
Suddenly, the door open.
A maid in a black uniform stepped inside, carrying a silver tray with breakfast on it fruit, eggs, toast.
Lucifer didn't move, didn't acknowledge her for a long moment, even as she set the tray down on the counter.
"Mr. Alex," she said softly, "Your breakfast is ready."
He didn't respond. His mind was elsewhere. The phone on the counter buzzed again.
"Mr. Alex…" she tried again, hesitating.
He finally spoke "I didn't ask for this right now. Leave it."
The maid's face flushed, but she didn't argue. She stepped back, eyes lowering respectfully. "Of course, Mr. Alex."
As the door clicked shut behind her, Lucifer's phone buzzed again louder this time. He didn't even glance at it.
With a sigh, he wiped his face with a towel and stepped out of the shower, grabbing his phone from the counter. The screen lit up, revealing the caller ID.
Mr. Marco.
With a growl, he wiped his face, then ran a hand through his wet hair before stepping out of the shower.
He crossed the bathroom, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist as he reached for the phone. The second he picked it up, he stared at the screen for a moment before answering, voice dripping with annoyance.
"What?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before his voice came through, "Mr. Alex, I"
"Marco," Lucifer cut him off "Do you understand how much I hate being interrupted when I'm not in the mood for it?"
"Sir, it's about Lily." Marco's voice dropped lower "She's gone. We can't find her anywhere. I've sent out all the men I have"
Lucifer's heart skipped a beat. Gone?
"Gone?" Lucifer repeated the word slowly, "How the fuck does a woman disappear when I leave the country? How the fuck could you let this happen?"
"Mr. Alex, I swear I didn't... I didn't expect this. I never expected"
"Of course, you didn't," Lucifer interrupted sharply. "You never expect things. You're not paid to expect shit. You're paid to handle them."
"Marco." Lucifer's voice was a controlled growl. "You failed. This is the one goddamn thing I gave you to do, and you fucked it up."
"I swear to you, Mr. Alex, I'll make it right. I'll get her back. I'm"
"You better," Lucifer spat, his fingers tightening around the phone until the plastic creaked. "You find her, and you find her fucking fast. I want names, . I want locations. And I want this mess cleaned up before I'm done getting dressed. If you don't" He paused "If you don't, I will make sure the rest of your miserable life will be spent praying I kill you fast."
"I won't let you down, Mr. Alex."he said.
Lucifer didn't answer immediately. He looked out the window of the penthouse, eyes narrowing as the fury boiled in his veins. His fingers tapped the side of the phone,
Finally, he spoke, voice chilling. "Good. If I hear one more damn mistake, if you fuck up even once more, I will send your head in a box to your family."
"Yes, Mr. Alex," he replied, his voice shaky but obedient. "I'll get on it right away. Just… please, I"
Lucifer ended the call.
His shirt was still half unbuttoned, his chest barely dry, his hands moved and pulled out
His hand moved straight for a white shirt clean,
"Sir" one of his guards called out,
"Where the fuck is Enzo?" he snapped.
"Downstairs, sir already prepping the car," the guard replied quickly,
Lucifer gave a nod, eyes sharp like the tip of a knife. "Good. Tell him to keep the engine m running. I want it in the next two minutes"
"Yes, sir," the guard muttered, tapping his earpiece immediately. "You heard him. The boss wants the ride now."
Lucifer reached the elevator, slammed the button, then hissed and took the stairs instead four floors down in full stride.
By the time he hit the lobby, the valet had already thrown open the doors.
The black Mercedes.Maybach and Enzo stood beside it,straight-backed "Mr. Alex sir "
Lucifer didn't wait for formalities. He walked straight to the car, ripped the rear door open, and said, "Airport. Fiumicino. Step on it."
Enzo jumped in place. "Yes, sir subito!" He rushed to the driver's seat as Lucifer climbed into the back.
The door slammed shut behind him .
Inside the car, Lucifer's mind was racing. His jaw was clenched so tightly it could've cracked bone. He tapped the armrest with his ringed fingers,
Enzo glanced at him through the rearview. "Is it something urgent, sir?"
Lucifer leaned back for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his head with both hands, fingers digging into his scalp. His brows furrowed, jaw locked so damn tight it looked like he could grind his teeth to dust.
He let out a sharp breath through his nose and tapped the armrest slowly one ringed finger at a time.
Lucifer didn't look at him.
"Drive, Enzo," he said "And don't fucking ask me dumb questions again."
Enzo swallowed hard. "Understood, Mr. Alex."
Lucifer leaned back, pinched the bridge of his nose, then lit a cigarette with one hand.
"Marco said she's missing," he muttered more to himself than to anyone. "Fucking missing. She was supposed to be safe."
He inhaled again.
"Darn it," he whispered through clenched teeth. "One job. One fucking job. Damien was supposed to watch her?
Enzo dared to speak, voice low. "Should I notify the pilot, sir?"
.
.
.
The steward approached carefully, offering a drink. "Would you like something to"
Lucifer raised a hand slowly without looking at him.. "Just bring me coffee. Black."
"Yes, Mr. Alex," the man said quickly, disappearing.
Lucifer ran a hand down his face, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stared out the window
How the fuck did this happen?
Damien said she was fine. Marco said the house was secure.
His phone buzzed again. He picked it up without checking the name.
"Talk."
"Sir, it's Enzo. We've cleared the route from the airstrip to the city. Security will be waiting.Yes, Mr. Alex. We'll find her. Marco has men on ground already sweeping the perimeter of the last known location."
"How long till we touch down?" Lucifer asked.
"Twenty minutes, Mr. Alex," the pilot answered quickly.
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.
His jaw was clenched hard, veins bulging at his neck, his hands curled into fists at his sides. The moment the door hissed open, he stepped out, not sparing a glance at the pilot who bowed and , "Welcome back, Mr. Alex."
His phone was pressed to his ear.
"Where the fuck is she?" .
Marco's voice came on the other end, shaky. "Sir, we're still tracking"
"I don't give a damn what you're tracking, Marco! She's been gone for hours," he barked. "You were supposed to watch her. You!" He slammed his palm against the wall of the VIP lounge hallway.
, "We're closing in on the location, sir. The van was spotted on an abandoned road just outside the city"
Lucifer gritted his teeth so hard it hurt. He dropped the call.
He walked into his private suite in the airport hangar. The moment the door shut behind him, he
"Fuck!" he shouted, pacing the floor, his shoes crunching over glass.
"Sir…"
"Out," he hissed without turning.
He walked straight to the mirror, breathing hard.
They laid a hand on her?
They touched her?
They beat her?
He reached for the heavy vase on the shelf and smatched it across the room.
Marco called again.
Lucifer picked up without a word.
. "We have a visual on the building. We're preparing to breach."
"Don't," Lucifer said coldly, buttoning his white shirt "You don't fucking move until I get there. If one strand of her hair is harmed if one fucker breathes near her I'll skin every last one of you."
"Understood, Mr. Alex."
"Get the car ready. I want to be there in five minutes."
"Yes, sir. The driver is already waiting at the gate..
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Her hands were tied behind her back, skin raw, aching, bruised. Her lip was cracked. Blood painted her temple, sticky down her cheek, but she didn't cry. Lily didn't know how to cry anymore.
She could still feel the sting across her ribs where a boot had landed.
Lucifer... Lucifer, please...
She was stunning elegant. Dark hair pulled back into a slick bun, lips blood red, . She wore a cream suit, tailored to perfection, hugging every dangerous curve. Diamond cuffs at her wrists, a silver Cartier watch on her left hand.
Lily blinked. Her throat was dry. Her heart pounded.
"You look worse than I imagined, You don't understand…" she murmured,
"You don't fucking understand."
"You think I'm doing this because I hate you?"
The woman laughed bitterly.
"No. No, darling. This... this is love."
"I fucking love him," she said "Do you hear me? I love him so damn much, it makes me sick."
"You know," she began, "everything would have been fine... if you hadn't barged into Mr. Alex's life."
She smiled faintly.
"I could've been the one beside him. I could've had his name. His love. His power. But then... you showed up. All innocent.
She reached out and gently brushed blood from Lily's cheek with her thumb.
"I've waited for years. I've stood by his side when the whole world turned on him. I've watched him kill kings and bury traitors with his own hands. I cleaned his blood-soaked shirts, for fuck's sake. I did everything. Everything."
"And yet... he never looked at me the way he looks at you."
Her lips trembled now, mascara starting to bleed down her cheek, but she didn't stop.
"He used to fuck women and forget their names. He used to take what he wanted and leave ashes behind. But you "You showed up with your soft voice and clean hands and made him… change."
She gripped the rod again, her knuckles white.
"He changed for you. Not for me. Not for anyone else. Just... you."
She screamed.
"I HATE YOU!"
And she swung the rod against Lily's back.
She gasped for air.
"I fucking hate you," she muttered, pacing. "But I hate that I don't hate you. I hate that you didn't even ask for this. I hate that you're the one he wants. And do you know what hurts the most?"
"That no matter what I do… he will never love me back. So if I can't have him.then no one will."
She dropped the rod.And grabbed Lily by the hair.Then with all her strength She slammed Lily's head into the wall.
Blood burst down her forehead, pooling down to her collarbones. Her body dropped to the floor, twitching from the shock. Her ears rang. The world was spinning.
"I wore everything he liked. I studied every damn thing he loved. I made myself perfect for him. I protected his secrets. I knew how many bullets he kept in his favorite Glock. ."
SLAP.
Her head snapped sideways from the force.
"You know what?" she whispered. "What if I destroy your pretty fucking face? What if I take that soft little beauty he loves so much... ?"
She smashed Lily's face into the ground. Hard. She gasped, dizzy.
"FUCK" the woman screamed, slamming Lily's head onto the concrete. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE?! WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!"
Blood rushed from Lily's temple, l Her lips parted, trying to speak. She choked on the taste of iron.
She yanked Lily by the hair, lifting her face off the floor. Blood dripped from Lily's chin.
"Say something. SAY SOMETHING!"
"I don't know why he loves me... I didn't ask him to."
"SHUT UP!!".
She slammed Lily's skull into the ground one last time.
"Boss, we got a fùcking problem. Lucifer's fucking close. He's got the whole compound surrounded. They've breached the north gate."
"Set the bomb," she said coldly. "Full detonation. Two minutes."
"Are you sure boss?"
"I said set it." Her voice was ice.
"Yes, Boss."