Chapter 130 CONTROL.
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
I tossed for the tenth time in Lucien’s bed, while clutching his hoodie to my chest. Ever since my boyfriend had sped off on his Harley, I’d tried not to overthink or spiral down the deep hole of fear. I tried my best to believe he was okay….that Killian would not get a one-up on him, and cause him harm. I hated that I couldn’t put a call through to him. I was too scared that if I did, it would distract him and ultimately cause Lucien harm.
Dread settled in my bones as I inhaled his scent in a bid to comfort myself. I didn’t know what this building was, but I trusted that it was a safe space since my boyfriend was in it a couple of hours ago.
The night sky felt like there was a wolf birthing, as the full moon hung in the sky. The thunder raged against the black canvas, startling me to sit up in bed. I shuddered, a shiver coursing through me as I peeled off the sheets. Slipping my feet into the soft pink bunny slippers I’d found, I made my way out of the room.
The sight of the slippers never failed to put a smile on my lips. I’d never been to this place before, but somehow, Lucien had made sure to keep something that would bring me comfort inside. I grabbed a bottle of orange juice and sipped. My hands shook slightly as another burst of lightning hit again, almost making me drop the crystal glass in my hands.
I could feel curiosity pulling at the edges of my mind, so I gave in to it and wandered about. The building was huge. It looked small on the outside, but once you got in, it was like there was no end to it.
‘What’s this?’ I whispered into the dark, pointing my flashlights at it. The power had gone out about twenty minutes ago, ever since the storm started, leaving me to the safety of candlelight and my phone, which was already on five per cent.
Great.
I pulled aside the small black book, which looked both old and worn, with careful hands. With a frown, I flipped open the first page to see beautiful handwriting.
‘To whoever finds this, know that my death was not an accident….it was planned.’
A sharp exhale escaped my lips, my curiosity piqued as I flipped the pages even more.
‘My name is Alicia Ravenscroft, and if you’re reading this, I’m probably already dead. My husband, Eldric, has convinced everyone around me that I am a crazy woman. He’s made everyone question my mental capacity just so he can get my company, but I won’t be silenced. There’s a safe in the fourth room with a golden handle on the doorknob. Inside that room, you will find a safe. I made sure to keep evidence of my mental capacity by at least fifteen renowned doctors, as well as psychiatrists, just to prove that I was never crazy. But I fear I may be too late.
That astard wants to hurt my son, and I fear I won't be able to protect him, at least not from the grave. My time has run out, but you, reading this, can help me save my Lucien. Eldric plans to kill him or make him suffer the same fate as I did before he graduated high school.
I do not know how, but that snake has support from some of the most powerful men in the country. Please, when you open the safe with the coordinates at the bottom of the screen, make sure to call the contact attached to the papers. He is an FBI specialist who will get the other pieces of evidence to the right people and get that bastard locked up for good.
Hurry up!
There’s no more time.
In the safe as well, I made sure to keep every bit of evidence Eldric has tried to bury about his criminal activities in the past. The murders, the embezzlements, his alliance with the Rio cartel….Everything I was able to get before the poison he’d been adding to my food got to me.
Please, save my boy! You’re my only hope.’
I blanched as I tried not to scream at the information I’d found……Alicia kept the evidence? On Eldric?
I should tell Lucien as soon as possible. Before I could flip my phone to make a call to him, the flashlight went off as the battery died.
“Ugh!” I groaned in frustration as the sound of my heart pounding filled my ears. I need to do something… but what? The house was not bathed in darkness, causing the hair on my neck to rise as I tried groping my way to whatever was in front of me.
“What the hell am I going to do?” I grimaced as my foot hit something hard and unmoving. Before I could react properly, the feel of arms wrapping around me sent me into a frenzy.
“No! Don’t touch me.” I screamed as my hands flailed around me, trying to land a hit on as many places as possible. “Who the hell are you?”
Oh no! They were here for me. Eldric knew I was on to him! He knew I had found out about his criminal activities, and he sent someone to take care of me.
I was going to die.
And I would never see Lucien ever again….I would never see my mom, my dad, Seraphina, Ace, and Amara….I would be buried deep in the grounds with an unmarked grave like an animal.
At this point, my survival instincts had kicked in with full force, as I pounced on the figure like a feral kitten. All of a sudden, the person wraps their arms around mine, trapping my defence mechanism so I couldn’t hit them again.
“Sloane.” I heard them call, but all I could focus on and think about was the fact that I did not want to die, especially not this way.
“Sloane, baby!” The person yelled, forcing my body still as the haze my panic had created cleared fully.
“Lucien?” I said, unsure, as I prepared to knee the person in their balls… fingers crossed it’s a man.
“Yes, my love. It’s me.” He said, and like clockwork, the power returned, bathing the house in light. I caught sight of my boyfriend, who stood before me with a shocked expression, his chest heaving as he regarded me with careful eyes. “You good?” He asked, his blue eyes running about my face as his grip on me softened.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” I whisper, yelling with a smack to his upper arm.
“Ow!” He released a grunt, promptly releasing me as he rubbed the spot I hit. Guilt twisted my heart as I rubbed the spot I’d hit as well.
“Wait!” I exclaimed as I remembered. “What happened?.....is Killian?” I desperately hoped Lucien hadn’t killed him. Ever since we’d found out about Eldric’s involvement with his mother’s passing, Lucien has been……..off. I noticed the way he stared in the distance more often.
He only smiled when he looked at me, because he was no longer thinking.
I was deeply worried because I could see the dark hue in his eyes with each second we stared into each other's eyes. I wasn't sure what Lucien would do if he lost control.
I didn’t want him to lose control.
“It's taken care of.” He said, making me swallow in fear.
“What does that mean?”
“He checked himself into the nearest madhouse a few hours ago. Turns out the motherfucker’s heavily addicted to painkillers, which caused him to be delusional and imagine things that aren’t real.” He said with a smirk. “I also had him take down everything he said about you. Your name’s cleared.”
I heaved a sigh of relief. Funny enough, it wasn’t because of what he’d done for me, but rather, because he didn’t lose control.
Because the day Lucien loses control… everyone in his line of vision might be obliterated.