Her father's sins.

“Boss!” Laura rushed over to him, ignoring the fact that bullets were still raining. The fear in her eyes was evident, but Miguel nudged her away the second she got close.

“Are you insane!? Kill that bastard! This isn't the first bullet wound I've had!” He yelled at her, jolting her back to reality.

In a split second, she picked up her gun and started to shoot like a maniac, making sure this time that the driver was shot. 

“Motherfucker!” She yelled, running towards the car with Lucius behind her. The car came to a screeching halt after almost falling over the bridge.

“Find him!” She instructed and they both ransacked the car for any sign of Jerry but he was gone— like the wind.

“Shit! Shit!” She cursed, checking the surrounding areas for any sign of the corny man but they did not find him. 

They walked back to the car to meet Miguel who was still struggling with his bleeding arm. Laura's eyes fell, filled with concern. She hated seeing him in any kind of pain, and it enraged her that she couldn't deal with the one who caused him that pain.

“Boss, are you alright?” Lucius asked, swinging the gun over his shoulder.

“Forget about me. Did you find the bastard?” Miguel fired.

“He.. he escaped.” Laura breathed out and Miguel groaned.

“Fuck!” 

“Boss, we should get out of here, the police will be here any second.” Lucius said, looking around at the damage that had been done. 

“Let's go.” 

They got into the car and took another route back to the clan, making sure that their tracks were properly covered. The last thing they wanted was to get involved with the law, it was always a messy road to go down.

Soon, they arrived at the clan and Lucius left to freshen up while Laura trailed behind Miguel like a lost puppy as he made his way to his suite. She craved to take care of his wound, she knew he would never want to visit the clinic.

“Laura, you may go.” He said, stopping right in front of his suite. She came to stand in front of him, brows furrowed.

“I don't want to. You're hurt and I want to take care of you.” She confessed, refusing to look him in the eyes.

Miguel's face twisted in confusion, Laura of all people should know him by now. He had never been bothered by bullet wounds, or cuts, they feel like a slight scratch to him now. The bruises all over his body were testament to the fact that he had gone through worse pain.

“You know very well that I don't need to be taken care of.” He glared at her. She could feel his anger building up.

“I know, but that doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to worry about you,” she lifted her face and moved closer. “I care about you and I can't stand to see you hurt. Just let me take care of you, please.” 

Laura raised her hand to touch him but his narrowed eyes made her pull away, gulping hard.

“I'm sorry.” She muttered.

“Leave.” He ordered and turned to enter his suite but her tiny, calloused hand grabbed his arm. 

“You don't want to spend time with me anymore, Miguel. Is it because of that slave?” She dared to ask and he swallowed, holding back the rage in him.

“I will excuse you this once, Laura. But if you try to hold me back again, I'll have your hands cut off.” 

With that and a sharp glare, he went into his chamber, refusing to spare her another glance. Laura sniffed back her tears, anger surging through her veins.

It was all her fault— the new slave. She was the reason why Miguel had stopped craving for her. Miguel would never pass on an opportunity to grab her and fuck the living daylights out of her her but he did. 

And it was all because of her. 

Meanwhile, Ariel jolted from her nap when she heard the sound of the door shutting. Her peace was stolen as soon as the devil walked in.

But, her fear dissipated when he did not even spare her a glance and moved to the closet. Her eyes followed him, calculating every movement he made, and then she noticed something.

He was moving quite differently, and there was blood all over the floor. Unfazed, she watched him come out of the closet with a first-aid kit. 

“The devil bleeds too?” She chuckled, but he did not turn.

“This find is useful, at least I know now that I can hurt you.” She continued, trying to spite him.

“If you love your life, then I advise you to shut up.” He answered, his voice eerie. He pulled out a pair of forceps which he dug into his skin without flinching. 

Ariel bit her lip watching him pull out the bullet that was lodged in his arm, and a little bit of tissue as well. She gagged, but the man himself did not flinch; did not wince; his expression, blank and devoid of emotion. 

She wondered; was he even human?

He treated the wound and wrapped a bandage over it before entering the bathroom. Ariel sighed, wishing that bullet had gone into his heart and killed him instead.

Minutes later, he entered the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He threw a robe on and then made his way over to her, his eyebrows pressed together in anger. 

He grabbed her jaw, swinging her face from right to left as if he was searching for something.

“Where are your scars? The wounds? Where are they!?” He questioned, his edgy voice sending shivers down her spine. 

Xander had taken care of her, but there was no way she was going to tell him that.

“Your wounds are a constant reminder of the pain you feel, it brings me joy to see you in pain. No matter how many times you heal, I'm going to inflict more injuries!” He violently threw her face away and she fell back, wincing as her head hit the cold tiles.

He turned away from her.

“Bastards like your father and Jerry are the reasons why I…” he bit his lip, his fists tightening in fury. 

“Those two men.. they ruined me.” He muttered under his breath and swung around to face her again, this time, he did not refrain from grabbing her and throwing her on the bed.

Ariel's scream tore through the quiet mansion, she knew what was coming. 

“I may not have gotten my hands on Jerry yet but at least I have you..” he trailed off, climbing into the bed and viciously ripping her dress. 

“No!” Ariel yelled out, trying to shield herself from the predator before her. 

“I have you,” he continued. “And you will pay for the sins of your father.” 

With that, he pushed two of his fingers into her entrance, his bloodshot eyes staring into hers and watching her squirm.

“You'll pay for his sins!” He yelled, aggressively pushing his fingers in and out of her, scratching her walls and making her scream in pain and in pleasure. 

“God! Please!” She yelped.

But he did not stop, his fingers worked tirelessly, driving her over the edge and leaving her at his mercy— to do with as he pleases. 

When he finally pulled out his fingers, he grinned and moved back, allowing her a breath of fresh air that wasn't going to last.

“You think it's over?” He asked, watching her whimper in the corner of the bed as he took his robe off.

“Sorry doll, but I have only just begun.”