Where is Calan?
1238 Words
LUCIFERS POV
"You lost three million!!!?" I thundered and immediately sprouted from my swivel chair. I smashed both my hands on the brown desk, which made it shake tremendously.
" I am sorry capo, I really do not know how it happened, but then our ship was raided" Aiden pleaded with his head bowed down in fear. My eyes were burning and my knuckles pressed firmly on the desk. I gnashed my teeth and gulped saliva heavily.
" Bloody hell! That's quite a loss. How did this f*****g happen!", I snarled and waltzed to him with my unbuttoned black Brioni suit flipping sideways, due to the speed with which I bolted to Aiden.
" I– I am sorry, boss," he pleaded. I took my right hand close to his neck and felt like throttling his throat, but then I stopped . I dropped a heavy sigh. It wasn't his fault and I rarely laid my hand on my soldier's except it was a grievous felony. Being a capo didn't make me heartless.
" Get spies around and your ears on the ground. Get me any info you can fetch out of this. Just in few months and I have lost quite a figure of millions." I ordered and paced backwards.
"I am sorry, boss, I promise to get to the root of this" he begged, with his head bowed low.
"Leave" I snapped.
Aiden heavily sighed and decamped the room.
" Darn it! What the f**k is happening?" I roared, held my breath and gave a heavy sigh at last.
Then I picked out a Laurancho cigarette from my pack and puffed out fire from my lighter. Handling being the CEO of Lux and then a mafia lord at night was quite a lot. I placed the cigarette in between my lips. I puffed out smoke and then my phone began ringing. I stared at it, and it was Owen, my third in command, calling. I dragged the phone to myself and picked it up.
" Go on" I muttered, placing the phone slightly to my ear.
" Boss, we got to Calan's house but we couldn't get him," he said.
" You joking?" I turned and banged the desk again with my left hand before pressing my forehead.
"No boss, on reaching his house, we didn't find them. It was too late", he added. My face became contorted and I gnashed my teeth so hard. I closed my eyes tightly and my breath became ragged.
"That bastard thinks he can run! I'm gonna find him no matter what" I snarled and clenched my fist so tight. I grabbed my cigarette again and puffed out air to pour out my tension.
"But Don, I was able to get someone else," Owen said. At that point, there was a new surge of energy that pumped into me.
" Go on" I said, and halted my pace.
"I was unable to get Calan but then I was able to get his wife." He said and, suddenly, I felt some excitement.
"Interesting. I never knew that punk with a wife though", I puffed smoke again and relaxed on my swivel chair. "So could you get anything out of her?" I asked. I thrutched my legs to the desk and crossed them while I stared at my shiny black shoes.
" Not really boss, I tried talking to her but then she wasn't willing to spill but she passed out". he says.
" Buggers! Nonetheless, keep an eye on her and do nothing more to her. I repeat, do no f*****g thing to her. I will be back in a mo." I instructed and then dropped my legs down.
"Roger, boss", Owen said, and I immediately dropped the call.
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I waltzed out of the office and soon enough I reached home. I headed straight to the torture room. I rushed up the stairs with my shoe making a sound every time I stepped on the marble tile.
" Where is she?" I asked as soon as I entered the room.
" Here she is," Damon, my second in command, said. He pointed forward to where there was a woman tied to a wooden chair with dimmed lights.
I took bold steps towards her. Her head was bowed down askew to the right, and also gagged with duct tape. There was a rope tied around her chest and stomach region.
Now I was close to her, I stared at her face and she was like something I had never seen before. She was gorgeous, and so beautiful, more like she was not from this planet. Her skin shone bright but then my eyes got visuals of her bruised face. Slowly my eyes went down to her legs and to her exposed thighs, which had fresher bruises, more like a drag or better still, finger signs.
My blood was with rage as I realized that Damon and the rest might have had some rounds of s*x with her. I was infuriated and squeezed my fist in anger because they defaulted my order, which was;no one should touch her.
" How dare you defile my orders, huh!!?" I snapped and punched Owen in the face as he stood by my left. He staggered to the side and lashed at the wall.
" I gave you stern orders not to touch her. Why the hell did you have s*x with her, huh!!?" I snarled and grabbed him by the collar. He stared at me in fear. They all know that I do not play with my word. My word is my bond and they all fear my orders. The moment someone defaults on my instructions, then it is clear what they are looking for. Defaulting my orders meant you could go behind my back and betray me, just like Calan did.
" I swear that I had no s*x with her" he said. I dragged him with my hand still clinging to his shirt collar. I flung him to the ground, and his face was directly facing her thigh.
"How then did she incur these bruises if you claim not to have forcefully have s*x with her?" I roared angrily.
"I had no s*x with her. I headed your order, capo. You can ask her, she would tell you I did nothing of that sort" Owen said trembling like a drenched chicken.
Just about then, Calan's wife seemed to be waking up. She squeezed her eyes tightly before she slowly opened them.
"Who are you!!?? Please let go of me, I promise I don't know where Calan is, please!" She commenced pleading immediately and her eyes moved around us all. I stood directly in front of her. She looked quite young and more beautiful as she woke up. She had soft, radiant fair skin tones and a pointed sharp nose with charming blue eyes.
One other thing was that she looked so very young. She's probably meant to be in the beginning level of college but then she is married to that son of a b***h. She looked quite busty for her age, her breasts making an elaborate spread on her chest.
" You want to know who I am?" I quizzed, and bent down a little, staring straight into her eyes which had some stripes of red capillaries.
"Umm hmm" she mumbled, really scared, looking into my face.
"I am Satan", I bawled……..
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