CHAPTER 86VICTOR’S POV The smell of stale beer, barbecue and sweat hit me hard as soon as I stepped into the bar.The place was dimly lit, with ceiling fans that were making noise as if it had been ages since they were fixed into the room. Loud music was being played and some ladies were dancing on the place that served as a stage. It was greasy and stinky, but unfortunately, I had business here today. As lovely as they were, they were not the reason why I came here, though. My eyes landed on Fat Joe, who rested his big figure against the counter, counting some cash with a big smile on his ugly face. He raised his head and immediately he noticed me and somehow, the smile on his face grew bigger and he looked fucking uglier. “It is such a great pleasure to have you here, Mr. Kane. Have your seat, please,” he mumbled as he walked around the counter to welcome me. I forced out a smile as I found a quiet place to sit with two of my men standing behind me.He grabbed a bottle of beer
CHAPTER 85 ROSE’S POV I opened my eyes slowly and was taken aback by the darkness. Where was I? Had I left Lily? This place seemed so unfamiliar. I couldn’t tell where I was. Everywhere was pitch black and scary. I felt lightheaded, it was as if my body did not belong to me or I wasn't even in it. I tried to move, but I couldn't. Panic gripped me as I tried to move again, but it didn't work. All of a sudden, the lights came on, my vision was blurry, and I couldn’t see properly. Almost immediately, a piercing scream followed. It was filled with so much pain and agony. “Arghhhhhhh! Pleaseeee!” My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t recognize the voice. I did not know who the voice belonged to, but it made my heart ache so much, and I wanted to do anything to help the person, but I couldn't move. It was as if the person who screamed just now was being tortured. “Rose, please save me,” the person’s voice echoed through the place again. I widened my eyes as the shock hit me like a li
CHAPTER 84 DAMIEN’S POV The door opened with a click. I opened my eyes immediately. Rose pulled the door behind her and stepped out in silence. Her face was unreadable. "She's asleep again," Rose whispered. "How is she doing?" “She gave a few little twitches. She didn't cry, but her voice cracked. She is unwilling to talk. Just murmurs.” "Anything else?” Rose gave me a look that made me feel sick to my stomach. "She said a name." "What's the name?" "Kane." Rose replied as she watched me closely as if trying to gauge my reaction. The corridor swayed momentarily, and I thought I was hearing things until I quickly composed myself. "What?" “She was whispering while she slept. Sounded as though she was being chased down.” My heart thudded in my chest as I heard that name. It had been years since I had heard it. Not aloud. I thought of it, but no one ever spoke of it. It was like a taboo. "Damien?" Rose took a step forward. "Are you familiar with that name?" I took a swallo
CHAPTER 83DAMIEN'S POV I glared at my fingers as if they could take back time to the moment they hit the wall an hour ago, while I gazed at the blood that stained across my knuckles. “I shouldn't have done that. Tch” It had not been to my advantage at all. The tight feeling in my chest was far worse than the dull throb of pain and anger that now spread underneath my skin like an unpleasant feeling. The situation at hand, however, was far worse than my bloodied hands. On the other side of the glass on the hospital bed was Lily. She was bruised and beaten up, almost to the point of being unidentifiable. Underneath the fluorescent lights, her face was pale. Beside her bed, a machine beeped noisily, each beep piercing my ears. I gritted my teeth as I leaned forward in the hospital chair and put my elbows on my knees. She had been harmed brutally by someone. What was I saying? It wasn't just anyone—it was a fucking scumbag. A moron who thought that sending her in a goddamn box, as
CHAPTER 82 ROSE'S POV I was sitting outside Lily's hospital room, clutching on to the plastic chair's edge until my fingers went numb. The hallway was too quiet, but every little sound still got on my nerves. That damn nurse’s cart kept rolling by, with its squeaky wheels. There was an old man on the far side of the corridor who coughed every few minutes. Behind the glass was the beeping monitor from Lily's room. But the ringing in my own thoughts was worse than all of that. I kept replaying it, again and again. I spotted her in that box right away. She was limp. Bruised. Tossed away like busted furniture. What kind of person does something like that? Who shoves a girl into a box like she’s trash? I blinked the fire from my eyes and gulped hard. A few feet away, Damien had his phone to his ear, voice low and tight. I caught some of what he said, but not enough to piece it all together. "No license plate." "The camera at the back entrance was cut." “Go through every private
CHAPTER 81 DAMIEN'S POV With my heart racing faster every second, as I took the knife from the housekeeper. The box sat dead center in the living room, tall and menacing in the silence. Nausea coiled in my gut. Something felt wrong. I couldn’t name it yet. Rose stayed behind me, arms locked over her chest, letting out ragged breath she was unconsciously holding. I eased the blade through the tape. My hands shook. That hardly ever happened to me. The last strip ripped free, and I lifted the flaps. Then I froze. “What in the world?” I breathed. Rose edged closer. A gasp broke out beside me. She quickly put her hands to her mouth. Before I could stop her, she fell on her knees. "Lily—" I blinked, stunned. There was a girl in the box. Slim...maybe not too slim. Her lips were cracked, and her skin had that sick, washed-out look. She was curled up in a ripped hoodie, barely more than bones in cloth. Arms at her sides were slack, knees drawn to her chest. One eye was swollen shu