Lolita's death

William Black's P O V

"Fine," his words of agreement provided a momentary comfort, but his next statement struck me hard. "Just for 5 minutes."

It is not enough! But…. do I have a choice? No, I don't! I am already grateful that I can see her for the last time.... and give her my goodbye for the last time. My heart tightens in pain with the invisible hand.

"Yes, thank you," I whispered as the invisible hand around my heart unclenched a little. I turned to Noah and nodded, and he understood that we both could go in. Then we both walked toward the gate, where people stood ready to block us, brandishing their weapons, prepared to kill us at any moment.

Mr. Leonardo's right-hand man, Mr. Jack, standing in front of everyone, received a call. His eyes never left us as he answered and started talking. His facial expression confirmed that he was conversing with Mr. Leonandro.

Impatiently, I stepped forward with Noah. I couldn't bear to miss seeing Lolita at the very last moment. The call ended, and he shouted, "Let them pass, but before that, remove all their weapons and let them in."

We stood there, surrendering our guns and knives for the sake of entering. I would never have relinquished these safety measures if it weren't for Lolita. She was more important to me than my own life, considering the imminent danger we faced from a man desperate to end ours.

I rushed inside, unsure of where exactly he planned to bury her body, eager to be there before the commencement of the rituals. In this perilous situation, our only concern was seeing Lolita one last time. The mere thought was painful. 

My eyes fixed on a group of people standing in front of a freshly dug pit. I pushed my way through and entered, revealing Lolita's charred body in the coffin. My widened eyes struggled to recognize her, the extent of the burns shocking me. I can’t understand how this is possible. 

"This is what your brother has done to my daughter! I am only holding back because my daughter always asked me not to hurt you two! She loved you both so much that, even after seeing her in this condition, I restrain myself. So, after today, never come in front of me! If you do, I can't promise what might happen again!" he shouted, the pain evident in his voice. The invisible hand around my heart clinched tighter as I stared at the figure that loved and cared for me as a mother. 

My gaze remained fixed on Lolita's lifeless and unrecognizable body. She must have endured immense pain, perhaps reaching out to my brother for help. He might have heard her screams but remained trapped in the shell of his body, unable to assist her. This likely explained his refusal to wake up – to face a world without the woman he loved. I felt his pain, darkness, and the hell he was enduring.

Despite understanding him, I still wished for him to wake up and be with me. Why was I so selfish? Perhaps I was truly the worst human being, as my father had told me.

"Get out of it, William! You are not the reason!" Noah's voice brought me back to reality, his grip on my arm snapping me out of a daze that only caused more pain.

I stood there until the funeral concluded, and our allotted time was up. Returning home, the only thing on my mind was finding the person responsible. This was no accident; someone who has been in our lives had meticulously planned and executed this attack even with the three of us – me, my brother, and her father – capable of doing anything to protect her. This was a deliberate murder. I vowed that the perpetrator would never know a happy day, not a single minute or second.

"Last night's CCTV footage from Mr. Mathew's party has arrived," Noah said as we entered my study room.

Taking the pen drive from him, I plugged it into my computer, focusing intently on every detail. I instructed my team to note any suspicious individuals for further investigation.

After two hours of meticulous review, we reached the crucial moment, minutes before Lolita was drugged. My eyes scrutinized the drinks on the table. All the bottles were freshly opened, and no one had tampered with them. Then, I saw her – Lucy. My heart raced with fear; I never expected her to be involved.

As I watched in disbelief, Lucy was caught on camera drugging the drinks – the same drink Lolita had before falling victim to that vile attacker.

“Isn’t that…..?” Noah’s voice gasped as he stared at the computer screen and Lucy. 

Lucy...