Chapter 122 DEATH, A LETHAL BLOW.
LUCIEN 'S POINT OF VIEW.
I killed the engine on my Harley and pulled out my phone. With a deep sigh, I hit call on an old friend.
“Hello.” His voice droned in after the first ring. He was always so punctual; it’s why I still had him around. “Who is this?”
The fucker was also wanted in at least five different top nations, and couldn’t risk being caught, so he had his digital footprint scrubbed every two minutes to hide any trace of his whereabouts. He probably knew I was the one on the phone, because who the fuck else would have his contact?
“It’s me,” I said, staring at the video of Sloane and me on Killian’s phone.
“Ah, Lucien! What can I do for you?” He exclaimed, recognition hitting his voice. I didn’t return the enthusiasm; my rage was all I could feed on as the memory of the bruise on Sloane’s jaw, as well as the way she struggled to breathe like she was in pain, flashed in my memory.
She tried to hide it; I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but she didn’t do a good job. I wouldn’t blame her, though. Nothing about her escapes my attention. The moment she came into my world, she became all I could focus on. It was like I was an addict, and she was my drug.
The irony of it all was amusing, because I hated addicts, but I might as well be one of them.
“There’s no time for fun and games, Allister. I sent a few coordinates to you, as well as a picture of a person. I want you to do exactly as I’ve instructed, and make sure to hack every single device he’s come in contact with, or any gadget that’s been in even a couple of meters from his phone, and other appliances. Additionally, scrub the internet of the video I sent to you.” I paused as a thought crossed my mind.
“If you watch the video, I swear on my mother 's grave, I’ll pour acid into your eyes.” I threatened. I didn’t know where I would find him just yet, but if I had to unleash the hacking skills I got from computer camp by my uncle, I would.
“Alright, boss. Everything will be ready in thirty minutes.” He said, and I hung up without a second thought. Pulling up the group chat with the guys, I texted;
“Killian’s dug his grave. Send your final goodbyes to him, because I’ll fucking exterminate him in the next couple of hours.”
I paused as I saw his name underneath the group chat members. My thumb hovered above the contact, as a deep sense of betrayal gripped me. The brotherhood would be alright, but Killian would never be part of us, not after what he’s done.
“And Killian, you’re a dead man walking.”
With that, I had him removed, dropped my phone into my pocket, and stared ahead into the sun while awaiting Allister’s text.
A thought crossed my mind, so I pulled my phone out again and called my secretary. She picked up on the first ring.
“Seraya, buy stocks from the Lemaire group immediately, buy shares too. Basically, buy every damn thing in the company right now. I don’t care how much it is, just do it.”
“Okay, sir.” She replied, her voice groggy. “How many shares should I buy?”
“Every fucking one.” I hung up and smiled at the sun. Killian's father might be rolling in his grave at the thought of his life’s work being destroyed, but he should have known better than to fucking give birth to the bastard.
My mind reverted to another demented mastermind whose company I loved to call for whenever I wanted to do something sinister.
‘Adrian, get to the location I’ll send to you. Oh, and bring the boys.”
“Oh, sweet! Please tell me we're gonna maim someone tonight.” I smiled at his enthusiasm. If there was anyone who would be happy at the thought of violence, it would be him.
“Yes.”
My phone dinged with a notification again, the sound vibrating against my ear, so I hung up. Allister was done, which meant I could finally dig Killian in the grave I’ve prepared for him.
I kicked the engine of my Harley to life again and zoomed off to the location he sent me. I could feel the excitement and rage bouncing off my skin as I sped across the asphalt. He touched her, so I’ll probably break his fingers as payback….or I’ll break his legs for walking over to her while thinking of something like that.
I already had something for the fucker’s mind.
In less than no time, I pulled up to the abandoned warehouse. The sight of the black vans in the distance made me smile for joy. The guys were here already.
“Oi, Lucien!” Adrian called as I hopped off my bike. “This is the place?”
“Yes.” That was all I said, all I could say against the taste of blood in my mouth. I grabbed the hockey bat and walked into the warehouse with my grip tight on it.
“Killian!” I yelled into the silence, the sound of my voice echoing against the wall. “Come out, you pussy bastard!”
“Ah, Lucien.” His voice responded, but he didn’t come out. “Are you here to play?”
“We’ll see about fucking playing, you piece of shit.” The next thing I heard was the sound of a thud, as well as a groan. Then, dragged footsteps, as well as ragged breathing, crossed the wall.
“Here he is, boss.” One of my boys said as he and another gripped Killian. The piece of shit still had bruises from my punches last night, as he nursed his limp cock, as blood spilt from an open wound on his bottom lip.
I didn’t waste a second speaking; instead, I swung my bat against his fucking arms. He fell to the floor with a groan instantly at the contact.
“You touched Sloane,” I said, my voice low as my heart pounded in my chest like it would fucking burst. I could still taste the blood in my mouth and see the vision of my mother. The memory of what my father did to her spread through my mind again, and I couldn’t stop the aftermath of my rage.
Everything suddenly turned red as my arms swung without holding back. It wasn't until someone pulled me back that the pain in my arms from how hard I swung at him registered.
“What?!” I yelled at the person holding onto me. Who the fuck?
“Lucien!” The voice called, but I couldn’t see the face. All I saw was red, fucking red.
He touched Sloane, he hurt Sloane….he made her cry. He fucking made my girl cry. That piece of shit!
“Let me the fuck go,” I warned, my voice dangerously low, but the person didn’t budge, so I swung at them instead. “I said, let me the fuck go!”
“Ahh, Lucien, you fucker!” I could recognise the voice now.
“Cassian?” I said, unsure. My eyes were open, but I still couldn’t see anything other than the red haze.
“Yes, it’s me. We’re here, all of us are here. But if you kill the bastard, the plan won’t be complete, you fool.” The haze cleared instantly at that.
I couldn’t kill him…What I planned for him was far worse than death.
“You’re right,” I said with a smirk. “Killian, you’re going to a mad house.”