Chapter 44

Elton:

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU HAVEN’T FOUND HER YET?” Luca yelled, slamming everything off my desk. I stayed quiet as I looked at the man, and he growled. “I gave you my fucking daughter to marry, I did not…”

I stayed completely quiet as I looked at the man for a few seconds. I had grown used to his out lashes on me since his bitch of a daughter chose to do the unexpected. Her disappearing from her bedroom was the last thing that I thought would happen, and the fact that she had the door closed in her room since I left, without a word or sound, made me believe that she slept to get ready the way that a bride should. However, I was surprised when the next morning, the maids informed me of her absence.  

“She chose to fucking run away…”

“You lost her.” He said, stopping me. I growled and slammed my hand on the table. He raised an eyebrow at me before wrapping his hand around my neck. “My daughter has been in the house, guarded, for fucking years. Therefore, do not expect me to believe that she knew someone that could help her outside the pack. Hell, she wouldn’t be surviving a night alone. Let alone three months.”

He let my neck go and I put my hand on the bruise as I took a deep and slow breath, calming myself down so as not to kill the man when I currently needed him alive. I knew when the right time would be for his death; however, now it wasn’t. 

“The men are doing all that they can to find her, and yet, the woman seems to have left no trace. Even the maids that were supposed to be working for her, were killed when they didn’t seem to have the answers that I wanted.” I said, walking past him. I opened the security cameras, and he watched in silence as she jumped out of the window. Then, out of the blue, she seemed to have disappeared. Most of the cameras were off anyway, especially considering the fact that the fucking Pakhan was here. He wouldn’t have allowed me to record anything, and therefore, his men hacked through our firewall. That gave her the perfect opportunity to run; however, how she found out that it was the right moment is what confused me.

It was the maids who were supposed to keep an eye on her, especially at such a time. But, considering that they chose to neglect their duties, even they met their fate after the questioning that they went through. They were no benefit to me alive anyway, and considering that they couldn’t do ONE job that they had to do correctly; there was no need for their existence. All the more oxygen and less traffic, for those who need them.”

“As far as I fucking know, she knows no one at the States; therefore, with her in place that she does not know, how the fuck is it possible for her to not leave a trace? At least, go to fucking market to get herself something to eat?” He asked, glaring daggers at me. I growled in warning, and he returned the growl. Losing her after the fucker refused to have us reside in the States did not come in the right timing. Not only did they see me as a failure, but now, I was forced to actually explain to them why they should believe that I was worth the second thought when it came to me being Alpha after the bastard. 

All I had to do was marry his idiot of a daughter, and now, with her on the fucking run, I was forced to be patient with a man that I wanted nothing more than to kill. 

Her giving me a child would have spared me a lot, but even that didn’t seem to work. 

“I will find her,” I said, choosing not to argue with the man any longer than necessary. I knew that he was looking for this argument, and I knew that giving him one extra word against me was not going to be in my favor. If anything, it was going to harm me more than I could afford, and that wasn’t something that I wanted.

“You fucking better do. Because if you don’t, then I am going to make you regret the day that you were fucking born.” He said, taking a step back. I watched as he walked out of my office before slamming the door shut. My right hand, Ernesto, entered my office and shook his head in question, silently asking me what I wanted him to do with the fucker. 

“For now, we are going to do nothing but be patient.” I said, tapping my desk twice. “Eleanor running away has screwed a major part of our plan. But needless to say, I am curious about how far she would be willing to go to seek my forgiveness when I’ve found her.” 

“That would require us to know where she is, sir.” He said, and I nodded. Indeed that was true, and though I couldn’t help but feel curious about where she was, I wanted to mainly know who the fuck she was spreading her legs for to ensure supporting herself. “Check every hooker house, club, bar, and even vacant night women rooms. I don’t care what it fucking takes, I want to know who she’s spread her legs to.”

“Dead or alive, boss?” Ernesto asked, and I smirked. I liked the way that he thought. It was something that I had to admit, he was my right hand for a reason anyway.

“Her, alive.” I said, looking down at the shattered picture of the two of us. It was taken a few weeks before she chose to be foolish enough to run away. My arms were wrapped around her from behind, and I could vaguely remember the boner that I had rubbing against her ass. She was tense, but that wasn’t something that mattered to me. If anything, I did find my joy and release that very afternoon after the picture was taken. 

All I had to do, was lower my fucking zipper…

“The man, men, whatever it is that you might find. I want their dicks chopped off before she is forced to eat them.” I said, glaring at the picture. “She would know what it is to run away from her future husband, to allow a different man to fuck her like the whore she is, and if she believed that I was hurting her before when I disciplining her, then she was going to be begging for me to end her this time…”