LEILA

GRAYSON

Our suspicions had been right. That fucken Annette was the one who sent the poisoned candies that killed Romero.

And yeah, she had someone else with her, whoever that person actually was had been in the apartment when Lux's unarmed man snuck in to search around. He had been hit with some heavy metal and tied up and that was why he couldn't reach out to us until Lux sent more men to get him.

Bunch of useless fellas.

But that was far from the issue right now. The current issue? We were unable to reach Daisy. The last thing she had sent to Luxuria was a picture of the dress and heels she would be wearing to a club with Anne.

Every other calls after that? She wasn't picking. Texts? She wasn't replying. And I needed her to get the hell away from Anne. Needed her to be safe. And she couldn't be safe with her.

Hell, I should not have stayed in when she left. I should have followed her when she stepped out.

"You should not have allowed her step out alone. That was not what we agreed on!" I seethed at Luxuria.

"You were indoors, weren't you? You should have been there to ensure she didn't go out alone, where the fuck were you?!" He raged back.

"If anything happens to Daisy, I swear I would kill you" I swore, my breath shaky.

"If anything happens to her, we are both getting into a fucking grave. Me and you!"

"And at least, I gave her a gun to protect herself"

"She doesn't even know how to shoot, Luxuria Draxton!" I threw my head back.

"She... She can't end up like Leila" My voice shook.

There was silence, silence safe for the noise of the car engine as Luxuria accelerated the car even more.

"She won't." His voice was grim. "We already have her location. It's a popular club downtown, she will be fine. She isn't dying"

"What if she isn't there? What if it's just her phone... Wait... What is the name of the club?" I questioned.

"Euphoria's den"

I immediately grabbed my phone.

"What? What are you doing?" He asked.

"I know the owner of the club. It's going to take us over an hour to get there. What if she isn't there? What if she is on the other side? Then we have to ride all the way? Not even the chopper would fucking save us time, then"

I dialed the contact and it rang but the son of a bastard wasn't picking up. I dialed it again and this time he finally picked up.

"Oh, hi Luxuria, thinking of paying me a...."

"I need you to find me someone. She should be in your club. I'll send you a picture of her and of the dress she should be wearing. If she is there, keep her with you and don't let her go for any reason. Any at all"

"Alright. Taken." He didn't bother asking questions. My tone already made it clear that this was not the time for me to be asked questions.

I immediately forwarded him an image of Daisy on my phone and from Luxuria's phone, sent him an image of the clothes she should be wearing.

It took about three minutes before he responded, three minutes that felt like three decades to me as I waited, with Luxuria getting to put his frustration and anxiety out on the car and I getting to put it out on nothing.

And when he responded, it was with a picture of a girl who was dressed in the exact same clothes as the one Daisy had sent but it wasn't Daisy.

"Fuck it. Turn the car around" I gritted and Luxuria slammed his fist hard against the wheel before turning right there and then. Of course, we were giving the fuck you finger to road guidelines at the moment.

"What is it?" Luxuria asked, only after turning.

"As guessed. She's not the one. She didn't send that text. Whatever is going on, it has been going on for a while. She..." I suddenly hard this hard lump in my throat. It felt like I couldn't breathe and I couldn't even speak.

"She will be fine. She must be fine" Luxuria did the speaking, trying to put things in positive light but I really didn't have good control over anything anymore.

"Ask your men to go to the club anyways. And ask that owner to get info from that girl before your men arrive there" Luxuria said and even in my despair, I found my hands working urgently on my phone, sending the texts.

Then I made another attempt to reach Daisy, even though, at this point I already knew that she wasn't going to be picking up the calls. I still wanted to keep a tiny, very little bit of hope alive. That she would pick the call and sound so ignorant about all that has been going on and that I would tell her to step away from Anne and keep herself locked up till I got there but I knew all of that was just a stupid wish now.

Her phone was over there at the Euphoria's den with that stupid imposter.

"Fuck me" I cursed underneath my breath. "What car did she take out when she was leaving?"

"The Rolls-Royce Phantom. Why do you ask? She never turns on the location"

"There's a tracker on her car. I'll check for it" I replied.

"What? A tracker on her car? Since when?" Luxuria questioned, surprised but obviously not pissed.

"Ugh. Since a while ago. I put it just in case she ever got in some danger and we couldn't reach her. Just in case a situation like today ever comes up" I replied.

"Oh god, for the first time in a very long time, you have done something sensible"

I ignored his remark and got the location.

"We have a new address. Going by road will take too long. My personal assistant is on a trip with my chopper, representing me. Get yours ready."