Chapter 2 - Lucifer!

Lucifer's POV:

"Fuck!"

"Derek the piece of shit! How dared he!" I screamed.

I knocked down the chair with a kick. I clenched my jaw so hard my gum hurt.

My blood was boiling and everything before my eyes, I saw red.

Anger wouldn't dissipate until I that bastard kill him with my bare hands.

One of my drug cartels was blown away. Derek Dawson was behind it. I always knew that he would try something like this. Dawson family couldn't accept their defeat. Twenty years ago, my father destroyed Dawsons and flourished our Martinez Mafia legacy.

After I took over, everything changed. I strengthened his empire to the point that we

became filthy rich. I was way crueler than my father. Drug, weapon, money laundering- I left no way of earning. Whatever gave me profit, I did.

But I was not into organ dealing or human trafficking. I was cruel, I was vulgar but I had my own code of morals set.

The thing I value most is commitment. Whether it's to you or myself, I preferred dying than letting my commitment break.

"Boss, he fled," Ryder informed me.

"After destroying my cartel, the fucking bastard fled. He didn't have the fucking balls to stay here. Fucking pussy!" I was fuming.

I was pacing, strides impatient. I needed to kill him.

"What about his son? I told you to bring him to me! He knows where his father went into hiding. He fucking handles half of their business." I spoke.

My phone rang. I accepted the call.

"What the fuck did you say? Who told you to kidnap her!" I barked through the phone.

"Really?"

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"Okay, I am coming. Don't let her go anywhere." I cut the call. They couldn't get to touch Derek or his son Devin. Both of them are on flee.

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"Boss, here she is." Diego said. He was one of my loyal men. But he was thickheaded. 

I entered the torture cell of my warehouse. I saw a small woman tied to the chair. Her face wasn't showing as a black cover was over her face. But judging her physique, I could tell she wasn't more than 30.

But something caught my attention, I narrowed my eyes when my eyes laid on her lap. Her dress rode up to her thighs and I could see bruises on her both thighs. And the bruises seemed quite fresh. My temper flared.

I clenched my teeth in anger and landed a punch on Diego's face.

Diego fell on the floor, losing balance.

"Boss, did I do something wrong?" Diego asked confused. He held his nose to stop the bleeding.

"How dare you fuck her? I didn't give you permission to touch her. You even

forced her." I snarled and pulled out my gun. I didn't allow my men touching people whom they kidnap.

"Sir, l swear! I didn't touch her sexually." Diego swallowed in fear.

"Then what is this?" I asked, pointing to the bruises.

"Boss, I don't know. Talk to her if you don't believe me." Diego suggested.

"If you are lying, I will kill you. Now uncover her face and untie her hands." I commanded.

Diego quickly removed the cloth over her head and untied her hands.

I saw the face of a young girl, she wouldn't be more than 20 or 21. Her eyes were closed, she was still unconscious.

"Is this her? Are you sure?" I questioned Diego raising my brow. I couldn't quite believe.

"Yes, I am sure. I think we can get some info from her." Diego added.

I looked at her face. She had a perfect angelic face, her brows were medium arched, sharp nose, high cheekbones, plump lips. Then eyes roamed all over her body. Her full breasts were visible through her full sleeve blue dress.

She was extraordinarily beautiful. Almost ethereal.

Why would a girl like her marry a person who was triple her age? For money?

Was she a gold digger?

My mesmerization turned into disgust. But the bruises of her thighs was itching in my head.

What's wrong with her? Was she being beaten by someone? And there was a cut by the side of her forehead.

"Call me when she wakes up."

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Two hours later,

I was checking the reports on weapon shipments to Russia.

"Boss, she is up." Diego knocked on the door.

I walked up to the torture room. Before I could say anything, I saw the girl was shaking in the chair.

"B-believe me, I don't know anything. L-leave me, please." Thick steam of tears rolling down her cheeks. Her slightly bruised lips were trembling.

Her ocean-blue eyes were pleading. She looked ten times more beautiful than while was unconscious. But she was scared.

This type of beauty seemed unreal, felt like a cut from someone's imagination. Her presence among us, in this shitty warehouse, reeking blood and piss - she didn't belong here.

But unfortunately, she sealed her fate when she married Derek.

Maybe she had her untold story. Or not?

"You are the wife of Derek Dawson. Aren't you?" I asked to confirm. She looked at me, uncertainty and reluctance swimming in her eyes.

Then she gazed at the floor. She pressed her lips together.

"I asked you something," I growled.

"Y-yes." Her voice cracked.

"Then there is no mistake made. Did anyone touched you in a wrong way while taking you?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Okay, then. You know your husband owes me a lot. He dared to mess up with my business. You will tell me where is he?" I dragged a chair before her and made myself comfortable.

"I don't know anything about him. I don't know anything." She answered.

"Listen, I advise you to speak the truth. If you speak the truth, I may be generous to spare your life."

"I am telling the truth. If you don't believe me then kill me." She said.

"You prefer death than telling me the truth, is that how much you are loyal to your husband? Did he charm you by showing off his money?" I sneered.

The expression her face held, for a moment, it seemed someone smacked on her face hard.

Her eyes squeezed shut hearing me, and she bit her lips tightly. She lowered her gaze on her lap again.

"I don't know anything. Believe me." She told me. Her same answer was frustrating me. At some point, made me want to smack her hard, once.

"You know I never hit women or torture them to get answers out of their mouth. I better leave you with Cindy. She will take care of you." I stood up from the chair.

She was stupid. If she thought my leaving was better, she was utterly wrong. Cindy was one of our top female hitmen.

"Boss, you called me." Cindy was straightforward and professional. If anyone tried to fuck with her, she never hesitated to put a bullet between his

eyes.

"I need answers. Where is Derek? Get it out of her." Saying, I left the room.

I got out of the warehouse and drove to one of my strip clubs.

I entered my office room then my phone rang. I saw the caller ID. It was Cindy.

"Hello, boss. I think the girl is telling the truth. She really may not know about Derek's whereabouts." Cindy spoke.

"How do you know? Did you run polygraph?" I queried.

"Boss, I asked her many times but she says she didn't know. Then I kinda beat her up and the situation got out of my hand." I sensed hesitation in her voice.

"Don't tell me you killed her?" I questioned skeptically.