Chapter 62 Possession, Protection
AFTER ANGEL fell asleep, Lucian sneaked out of the mansion after stealing his motorcycle key from his father's vault. He drove in hopes to find Magdalena safe and sound because she's still not answering his calls. He didn't care about the heavy rain. All he could think about is to find the woman he loves so much.
His heart was racing loud and fast inside his chest like it was about to explode. The fear of losing Magdalena was scarier than dying on the road under the heavy rain.
He couldn't imagine the pain he and Angel would feel if something happened to Magdalena.
Lucian was panting, praying hard for Magdalena's safety when he stopped in front of the tall building of Blackwood Shipping Company. He took his phone out and dialed Terrence Blackwood's number.
He answered after two rings. \[Hello, Lucian?\]
"Terrence," he swallowed hard, scared. "Did you know where Magdalena went after office hours?"
\[She always gets off work on time, Lucian. Why?\]
Lucian balled his fists. "She hadn't come home. She's not answering my calls."
\[Hm. I heard she was going to a barbecue house with some other girls. It's the restaurant near the company.\]
Lucian nodded. "Thanks."
He immediately ended the call and drove to the barbecue house. He didn't waste time and entered. He saw three drunk women at one table, but he ignored them and went to the counter.
"Hi, I just want to ask if you see this woman here?" Lucian asked the staff at the counter, showing Magdalena's picture.
"Well..." The male staff looked at his damp clothes, before he looked around and pointed at the three drunk women. "She's with them earlier. I think she went to the rest room. Over there."
Lucian immediately nodded and walked towards the rest room. The coldness of the rainwater was nothing compared to the cold hole in his heart right now.
He waited for almost fifteen minutes, but no Magdalena went out of the restroom.
Lucian gritted his teeth and looked around. He paused, when behind him, he saw an exit door.
He ran there, but what greeted him was another street. In front was a steak house. He looked around, and that's when his phone started ringing. It was an unknown number, but he still answered it. "Hello?"
\[Sir Lucian, this is Eva. Miss Lena is already here. Your father was carrying her and she's...she's unconscious.\]
Lucian ran back to his motorcycle without thinking straight. His heart was beating so darn loud and fast as his hands trembled on the handlebars as he drove back home. He was panting. He was cursing in his head.
There are so many questions lingering in his mind right now.
Why is she unconscious?
How did his father find her?
And more importantly, what happened to her?
Lucian slammed the door behind him, rain still dripping from his hair, chest heaving as he stormed up the stairs.
He didn't even get to park his motorcycle properly because he lost balance and fell off his motorcycle. He endured the heavy rain and the faint pain on his arm, just to check on Magdalena.
"Where the hell did you find her?" he barked, looking at Magdalena who was now lying on his father's bed.
She looked like hell. Her hair was a mess. Her make-up was smudged. And her clothes were damp.
Viktor didn't answer.
"Answer me!" Lucian demanded again, his chest was rising and falling heavily.
Viktor turned to him, eyes dripping with intensified rage and darkness. "Get the hell out! I need to change her clothes before she gets sick."
Lucian's forehead creased. "What?"
Viktor gritted his teeth. "I'll change my fiancee's clothes, Lucian. Your stepmother. It's not appropriate for you-"
"She's not my stepmother," Lucian growled angrily. "And don't you dare touch her."
Viktor let out a sarcastic laugh. "Excuse me?"
"She's unconscious," Lucian growled. "And she's not your wife. You don't have the right."
"I will be her husband. Soon," Viktor said cruelly. "And I won't let her get sick because my son thinks he knows what's proper."
Lucian stepped between him and the bed where Magdalena is, chest rising and falling with restrained fury. "You think marrying her gives you permission to strip her down while she can't even say no?"
"I'm trying to take care of her," Viktor snapped, eyes burning with rage. "Something that is my responsibility."
"Responsibility? She's not yours." Lucian argued, refusing to let his father touch the woman he already claimed as his.
"You're awfully quick to stand between us lately." Viktor's tone darkened.
Lucian stood straight, he didn't look away. He fought his father's glares with the same intensity.
Viktor stepped closer to him, voice quiet, edged with warning. "Tell me, Lucian... Are you just worried about her? Or there's something else?"
Lucian's jaw tightened. "Think whatever you fcking want. But I won't let you touch her while she's unconscious."
"Because if you have feelings for my future wife," Viktor said slowly, lips curling into a violent smirk. "....you better kill them now. She belongs to me."
"She's not yours," Lucian snapped, fists balled.
"She is mine," Viktor said, possessive and dangerous. "I gave her shelter, stability, a second chance. What about you? What can you give her? A boy's fascination? A rebellion? A ridiculous shallow love? You are still spending my money, Lucian. You are just a boy who hasn't proven his existence to the world. You haven't even built your name. What can you give to a woman who has been striving her whole life?"
Lucian was lost for words. He was too stunned, too hurt by the truth.
What can he give? Magdalena had been fighting all her life. What can he offer to make her life comfortable when he hasn't even graduated?
It was painful to hear it from your own father. It was shattering. It was torturous.
Viktor took a step forward, eyes mercilessly throwing dagger at Lucian. "She doesn't need chaos, Lucian. She needs protection. She needs a future. She needs a man, not a boy chasing feelings. You couldn't even protect her while I am gone. Now, you talk about rights? Give it up, son. I can give you anything you want except for the woman in my bed right now."