Chapter 3 - Who Is Camelia?

Lucifer's POV:

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

"Um. No, boss. She kinda became strange, then pissed herself and fainted. I think we need to see her a doctor." She said.

It was an extra headache. But I needed information.

"Okay. Call Tris for now and let her check if anything is wrong with her and treat her if needed." I ordered.

"Okay, boss." Cindy replied.

Tris was another female workers of mine. She had a medical degree but chose this profession after she killed the professor who tried to rape her.

"How is everything going? Have you found new strippers?" I asked, Eddy, the manager of this club.

"Boss, going very good. People are spending money here on the strippers like it's paper. But one problem-"

"What?"

"I have noticed two rich guys coming here. They seemed suspicious so I kept eye on them. Boss, they are Italian financers." Eddy showed me a file.

I was about to open it when my phone rang again. I picked up.

"Boss, we got to know about Derek. He is in Mexico. But he was seen with one of the Italian gang leader." My brows raised in the information.

"Keep eyes on him and also on Mexican and Italians. Mexicans are with me. Check on them, keep tabs on him. What about his bastard son?"

"Boss, we couldn't get any news on him. We are trying."

"Try harder. I want both of them alive. Do keep eye on Derek but no need to take him till you are sure about what he is planning and who is working with him. Don't lose him." I cautioned.

"Yes, boss."

I hung up. Mind darted back to the girl.

She didn't tell us anything even after getting beaten up.

What if she was telling truth? She was very young. She didn't look like some gold digger. Though looks could be deceiving.

Did she really have any untold story?

I called Ryder.

"Hello, boss."

"I want every information about Derek's wife as soon as possible. And don't get me any misinformation." I cut the call.

I was returning home, it was already late but suddenly felt like stopping by the warehouse. Reluctantly, I found myself driving to the warehouse.

"Where is she? Couldn't you get any info from her?" I asked Cindy.

Tris was currently sitting beside her.

Derek's wife was lying on a small and hard bed and was unconscious. She was changed into a maxi type loose dress.

"How is she? How much did you beat that you knocked her out?" I questioned.

"Boss, I did beat her but she passed out due to fear." Cindy replied.

"And boss after checking up, I found something strange. Her whole body is bruised. Specially intimate parts. She must have been raped or sexually assaulted. There are some whip marks in her back and they seemed fresh. It seems that she has been assaulted for a while." Tris revealed.

"What?!"

I was surprised. I thought may be one of my men tried to fuck her and she got bruises in the process. It's a crime which brings death sentence in my organization. But I never thought she was abused before.

"She didn't faint. She got panic attack, she peed on herself and so I changed her clothes. Boss, I am sorry if I did anything wrong." Trish spoke.

"It's okay. Treat her and make sure she stays healthy for now. We may need her later. There is a possibility to use her as leverage."

"Okay, boss." Both of them nodded.

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Camelia's POV:

I opened my eyes and found myself in a cold room, on a hard bed, draped

in a thin blanket. My left hand was cuffed with the wall.

Everything came rushing back to my memory. I was abducted from Derek's house, then I ended up here. A very handsome man questioned me about Derek's whereabouts. How could I say when I didn't know anything? He sent a woman to question me. When she didn't get any answer, she started beating me. She slapped me, punched me in my gut and even kicked me.

I passed out in panic. A painful groan made its way out of my mouth, when I tried to sit up. It felt like my ribs were broken. Knee caps felt like they are fractured. I contorted my face. I looked at my body. Who changed my clothes? Who cares? It's not today that I lost my right over my own body.

My stomach grumbled. Even in this condition, hanging between life and death, still I got hungry. A sardonic laugh escaped my mouth. What would they do to me?

Torture me until they wouldn't get any answer out of my mouth? Or worse that would they sell me to a sex slave ring? They do these all the time.

Lucifer's POV:

I was reading the file of Derek's wife.

Her name was Camelia. She was only 18 years old.

Oh God, she was a teenager. She was not even 20. No wonder she was so scared.

Her name suited her. She was beautiful like a flower.

She was from Atlanta.

Derek, the fucker, bloody old pervert first saw her when he went to Atlanta for a business deal. He first saw this little girl in his father's office. Her father was a real estate broker. Derek took an interest on her and tried to marry her. Her father opposed the decision but Derek

shot him. He threatened to kill her entire family if she didn't marry him. Police also didn't help her.

So, Derek forcefully married her 10 months ago. Fuck! I thought she was a gold digger. Derek must be abusing her after marriage, her whole body is covered in bruises.

"Boss, Diego is a idiot. He didn’t know anything about this girl. I think she doesn't know anything." Ryder said.

"But we have already brought her here. We can't let her go. It will be dangerous for both of us. And we still don't know if she knows any secret of Derek so that we can use it in our advantage." I stated.

"For now, treat her and feed her well. I want her to stay healthy. If she needs medicine or other things, give it to her. Tell Tris to take care of her." I ordered. Ryder nodded.

The next two days were a shitty days for me. I had to take care of the drug shipments. I almost forgot about the little lamb I have caught. My men from Mexico informed me that Derek was trying to making alliance with Mexicans, to attack me. Mexican mafia boss was in my pocket, so Derek didn't get any help from him. But he made a deal with a Italian gang. Even Italians weren't stupid to raise a war against me. He was trying to gather scattered gangs to take them in his side.

Bloody stupid motherfucker!

It was time I wouldn't spare him. Tris called me from the warehouse. What she told me, I wasn't pleased to hear. I had to go, to check the damage.

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I entered the room. And saw blood was oozing out of Camelia's forehead. The wall was bloody. She was still cuffed.

Anger surged through my body.

Who dared to touch her again? I told them not to touch her.

"Tell me who beat her? I already told you not to touch her!" I roared.

"S-sir, no body touched her. First, she woke up. We offered her food but she declined. She requested to let her go saying she doesn't know anything. But how could we let her go boss? We didn't have your order. Then suddenly she sprouting nonsense that she would rather die before someone's slave again. She became hysteric. We left her alone, when we returned, we found her like this. She slammed her head on the wall trying to die." Tris replied, swallowing few times in fear.

Hearing these, an foreign feeling overtook me. Am I breaking someone who was already broken?