Chapter Two: My Luci

The pale blue eyes that seem to stare into my soul widen in surprise before another, more sinister emotion covers them.

"My Luci..."

The words are spoken in a deep and low murmur.

‘My’? Did he just say… ‘my Luci?’

As if mocking my surprise, Heinrich drops the body he dragged on the floor with a loud thud before using the bloody hand to wipe his eyes.

??

Because of his action, his beautiful face remains painted in blood like a primitive tribe deep in an unexplored jungle.

“Huh… it's been so long; I thought I was seeing things. Who the hell would have thought that you would run straight into my arms like this, Lucien?”

Huh...is it my imagination, or is he more unhinged than the last time we met eight years ago? No, wait. The worst part should be that the commissioner was wrong. He does remember me, even though I am an omega now.

My gaze drops briefly to the screen.

...66%...67%....68%

It's definitely slowing down; I don’t think a conversation with someone whose face is painted in blood will last long.

I have a wingsuit, so all I need is to get to the window and glide to the roof of the building next door.

My gaze darts to the USB, but just before I can reach for it, Niklaus darts towards me as if reading my mind.

Aborting my plan of grabbing the USB, I hastily move to the right and get ready to fire my gun, but just after the first bullet misses him by an inch, pain surges up my hands as the gun is kicked from my hands.

Instantly, I dodge the next attack, but a heavy blow that takes the wind from my lungs forces my body to crash against the glass window behind his desk.

It doesn't shatter or even crack—fuck, its bulletproof.

Seeing Heinrich’s large leg raised, prepared for the next attack, I roll out of the way, grab dirt from the plastic potted plant next to me and toss it to his face as I roll out of his vicinity, only I miscalculated.

Pain surges through my left thigh as his heel squashes the area to prevent my escape as he clears the dirt from his eyes.

What the hell is this?

The last time we spurred, we were toe to toe. Did he train, or is that because I fought him as a beta rather than an omega, like now?

How unfair.

The difference in strength between a recessive omega and a dominant Alpha is so unfair.

My eyes dart wildly on the floor as I search for my gun; if I aim it well, I can incapacitate him, and while I will most likely be put on probation, it will be worth it if he at least has a hole in his body that spells my name.

My free leg slams into the knee of his leg holding me down; only then does the pain subside as he stumbles backwards, freeing me from his hold; only before I can fully stand, he kicks my exposed side, sending me rolling to the opposite end of the room.

I can't breathe, and for some reason, my head feels numb the louder my ears ring.

The pain feels dull, yet every blow he delivered seems well aimed at keeping me down.

“What th- *Cough* hell…”

I mutter as I struggle to reorient myself with the room.

Did I hit my head? Why the hell am I dizzy?

“…stop hitting me, you bast*rd, I’ll really cry.”

I threaten weakly as I force my shaky legs off the ground.

I must be seeing things, right? There is no way Heinrich would smile the way he is now.

The curve on his lips makes it seem as if he is ecstatic; if it weren’t for the glittering look in his blood-covered eyes, I would have believed he is angelic.

“Did you miss me?”

Heinrich asks, in a low and heavy tone.

Hah, as if.

Spitting out the blood in my mouth, my hand reaches for the window’s lock and again as if sensing my thoughts, his smile drops in an instant, and the bear-sized man lunges towards me.

The moment I turn my back to him, the collar of my cleaner’s overall is grabbed by a large force, without my permission, I am dragged back to his desk like a naughty housecat, only rather than free me and say ‘bad kitty’, he pins my body down on his desk with my face buried on the glass before letting go of my collar and grabbing a fist full of my hair.

“Ow…hey, what will you do if I grow bald? Will you take responsibility?”

I ask, mustering the only trace of humour I can in my screaming body.

I can feel him breathing from behind me.

Struggling out of his grip causes him to twist my arm against my back painfully.

Wait, this angle...

"What did my Luci do to the computer?"

73%...74%...75%...

Are you kidding me? Why is the percentage still low? Did the virus not see me getting my ass kicked?

“Why aren’t you answering? I don’t want to hurt you, Luci.”

Hey…aren’t I already hurt? I’m bleeding, for God's sake!

“Go to hell, b*stard!”

I mutter while grinding my teeth to keep myself from yelling as a pain pierces through my shoulder from the force he is holding me in.

If I keep going, he might break my arm.

"Ah…You make it sound like I did something wrong?"

Niklaus replies with a sly smile before stepping back to avoid the stapler I throw at him. This causes him to lose his hold on me, so I swing my fist at him once again.

His hand grabs my wrist tightly before he spins and presses me back on his desk, with my upper body facing him.

His hips press against my parted legs.

"Really...Luci, I missed you like crazy. How can you say such harsh things to me?"

He says with a fake pout and a glitter of something in his dark humour filled eyes.

Wait…wait, what is that pressing against me?

"You crazy b*stard."

I all but scream the words, but the manic excitement in his eyes doesn't waver as he forces his hips against me.

My hands reach for something on the desk, anything to get the bastard off me, till they land on something cool and metallic, akin to a keyboard; without thinking much, I bash the computer part on his head, and the moment he stumbles a step back, my leg crushes his hardened groin, sending him reeling back a few steps after letting out a loud groan.

“Crazy sh*t!”

I curse as I grab the USB, celebrating inwardly at the ‘100%’ notification on the bright monitor whose screen then turns an odd shade of maroon.

Sliding off the desk, my first instinct is to run at the slumped man and bash his head repeatedly with the keyboard. I am a man, and he is my sister's fiancé for fuck’s sake—how can he press himself against me like that, but knowing that if he recovers, I may not get a chance to run, I instead rush towards the window as fast as I can force my dizzy body, open it and toss myself backwards, allowing my body to free fall as the wind teases my hair before finally opening my wingsuit and correcting my position in the air.

“F*ck…”

I curse again into the night, knowing I will feel everything new once the adrenaline fades from my system.