Chapter 123 A MONSTER UNLEASHED
LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.
“Excuse me?” The bastard asked with a groan. He looked like he’d been mauled by a crazed, deranged lunatic.
Good.
“I said, you’re off to a mad house, Killian,” I said, bending to my feet with a mocking groan as I smiled down at him. We made eye contact, his and mine, unflinching.
“You piece of shit.” He said, but he was barely audible, probably because my bat hit something really bad. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if this is because Sloane finally broke up with you and decided to get with me, I think you should just accept that she’s finally over your sorry ass and with a real man.”
I laughed hysterically at that, actually hunching over in pure bliss at how amusing he sounded. “What did you say?” I said between laughs. “My Sloane did what?”
“I said she left you for me. That hurt?” He laughed and groaned due to the pain. The sound of him in pain felt satisfactory to me, deeply satisfying. “I’ll make sure to fuck her good in your absence.”
He said, his dark eyes were filled with a false sense of victory, like he really believed that had happened. His last comment made the red haze rise again, but I stifled it. He couldn’t die now, not before he’s suffered what I planned for him.
Did this fucker really think my Sloane would actually do something like that? That she would leave me for him at the drop of a hat, all because of a video?
“Well, I have news for you, dear Killian,” I said, bringing myself closer so I could whisper it in his ears like it was a secret. “She and I are still together, and we’ll be together long after you’re fucking gone.” He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t let him.
The sound of his bone popping against the bat filled the warehouse with a sick crack, followed by the sound of him hissing in pain.
“Sloane would never do that! She's mine, and she knows it.” He yelled. I popped my head at him in a mix of shock and admiration. The fact that he was still moving after the assault I inflicted on him was a wonder.
“You want me to call her for you, you fucker?” His eyes widened at the sound of that.
“She can’t see me like this. We’re supposed to go on a date tonight.”
“Oh, you’re such a pathological liar,” Cassian called from behind me, his footsteps crunching against the gravel on the ground. “How could you do something like this? How could you betray Lucien like this? Hw fucking dare you?!”
“Oh, please,” Killian yelled, rising to his feet, although he was wobbly. “Lucien's always been king! It was time for someone else to rule. And it was my turn! Stop acting like you didn’t think about it, stop acting like I’m the fucking wplf here.
This was long overdue.
I just had to realise the easiest way to ruin you, and make sure you crumbled. The best way was Sloane. It would have been your mother, but….you know?”
“You bastard!” I hissed, my fist connecting with his jaw. He tried to block me and take a punch to my head, but I blocked it and kicked him in the neck instead. He falls to his knees instantly with a groan.
“You’re going to make sure there’s a statement, where you’ll take back every single fucking lie you published on the fucking internet, claiming that Sloane is of a character that you know she isn’t. And then, you’ll issue an apology on your fucking knees in front of her….wait, that will only be in a vudeo, because the only way I’ll let you get even an inch close to her ever again, is when I’m fucking non-existent in this universe.”
“You can’t make me do shit.” He scoffed and chuckled at the same time. I ignored his jab and continued instead with my instructions.
“After that, you’ll give me any copies of the videos that you made, if there are copies. I already have them all hacked, but I know you’re a fucking snake now, so I won’t put anything past you. You’ll also tell me how the hell you got the video, where and who gave it to you, because I know it wasn’t from me, you bastard.
I’m too thorough for that.
Finally, you’ll check yourself into Westridge mental facility for the insane, especially because you ruined your father’s legacy and ran the company into bankruptcy.
Understood?” I finished and stood above him with an expectant look on my face.
He spits blood in my direction and glares at me instead of giving me an answer. “Like I said, you can’t make me do shit.”
My lips stretched in a wide smile at that, because I wanted him to resist. “I hoped you would do that, Killian. You’re not a complete dick after all.”
“Pull up the feed,” I said, and one of the boys walked forward with the video in his hands. The sound of the crazed man screaming and mumbling incoherent words filled the warehouse.
Killian’s eyes widened at the sight of it, and he started retching like an organism unravelling. ‘No! Don’t you fucking dare! Lucien!”
“If you don’t do exactly as I fucking commanded, this video of your beloved father, deceased billionaire tycoon, beloved by the people for his charm, wit, and excellence, will be released to the entire public immediately. And I can only imagine the comments.”
I released a mocking gasp, with a hand to my jaw like I was thinking. “Oh, I know! Let me show you.
‘Recently released: Video of deceased billionaire tycoon, Mateo Lemaire, surfaces. Could this have been a deep-seated secret the family kept hidden for years?’
“The headlines would be epic,” I said, the smile dropping from my face instantly as I fixed him with a square look. “So, do we have a fucking deal?”
He keeps his head downcast and his eyes glued to the ground, and after a few seconds, I hear a forced mumble: “Roxanne and Matt…I got the video from them.”
“How the hell did they get the video?”
“Fuck if I fucking know!” He snapped. “I didn’t make any more copies, and I deleted it all from their phones. They don’t even know I got the video. I overheard them talking a few days ago before I stole the video from Matt’s phone.”
“Good,” I said with a smile. “Now, was that so hard? You’re a good boy. How about the rest, dear Killian?” I said while maintaining my smile.
“I’ll make the damn video and a statement.” He grumbled, and I tapped my foot against the floor expectantly, my grip on the bat tightening. “And the apology will be issued on my knees.”
I tapped the edge of the bat against the floor and waited for him to talk. “I’ll also check myself into the psych ward.”
“Perfect,” I said, clapping my hands with a wide smile. “We can get started right away,” I said, and plopped onto the chair one of the boys brought for me with a sigh.