Heart Stealer

Chapter Two : Before her.

LUCAS

For a couple of days, I asked myself why am I being trapped in a destiny I never chose from the beginning of my story. A person does really change as quickly as the weather and I have no power to stop that.

I never imagined myself being present in this kind of scene. Where, instead of saving people's lives, I am now a subject for killing.

"You know traitors make my blood boil." I urged from afar.

My people were surrounding the only traitor that was left, but then they started to separate into two groups when they heard me speak.

Blood is splattered on the floor and the tiny drops on it continuously stain my white pants as I walk towards the man who's currently kneeling on the bloody floor, shaking in fear. It makes me regret my decision to wear a pair of white suits.

"Please forgive me." He uttered with a shaky voice while raising and rubbing his hands together.

This man made a secret appointment with our rival and even exposed to them our plan for tonight, which made me lose six of my people while doing the trading of armories and money. Our client didn't have a chance to reach the place because, according to my source, they had trouble while they were on their way here.

I stared at him with a blank face and moved my head sideways as I put both of my hands inside my pockets. After no longer than a second, I took off my black gloves and began to wear them. The man consistently begged for his life while crying in pain due to the gunshot wounds in his legs and arm.

One of my people started to hand me the colt python .357 Magnum Caliber revolver, the gun I used to silence the man without having a second thought.

"Finally, silence." I urged and then I smirked, "Now, you are forgiven."

No one dares to speak. Though I have a lot of people surrounding me, they aren't allowed to do anything but watch me kill their ex-companion. Traitors have no room in my organization. I would never let it take me down, like what happened to my ancestors.

I handed the gun back to him and said, "Clean this mess."

Lucas Wilder hasn't been a cold-hearted man since birth. I was born not having the same ambition as my father and grandfather, who were both focused on taking care of the Mafia. I want to see myself having a decent life and not being the heir of this criminal organization. My parents let me take my own path. I finished college and graduated from a course in criminology, started working as a police officer months after that, then later on became a senior police officer, which has been my greatest achievement in life.

But then my world began to turn upside down when our family's greatest enemy slaughtered my whole family and, being the only one left, I had to take over the lead of the organization. Due to the deep grudge I was holding against the enemy, revenge and hatred began to build inside my mind. My purpose in life suddenly changed and that is to kill those people who are responsible for killing my family.

"My next appointment," I said as I sat in the back seat of the car.

He drove me to a place where I was supposed to meet the person whom I trusted the most.

"Lucas, it's been a long time," the old man uttered with a lively voice.

I stretched my arm to reach his hand and then I slightly smiled at him before we both sat on a couch. His office seems like a normal office that a rich person should have. A wide room inside a tall building wherein you can see other buildings from the glass wall behind his desk.

Mr. Clark is my father's best friend. I remember being told that he was also involved in the organization, but then he started keeping his distance the moment he lost his wife due to war. He's worried that his daughters might get in trouble if he stays.

"Is it something urgent, sir?" I asked him.

"Well, maybe. I'm not sure if it still matters to you but I need your help." He said, wearing a frown. "My daughter is missing. Help me find her. I will never forgive myself if our enemies do something bad to her."

Those words made my forehead crease in curious lines. I'm not sure whether she's referring to the eldest or the youngest, so I started asking him, "Which of your two daughters?"

"My youngest daughter…" He wasn't able to finish his speech. The sound of twelve consecutive gunshots covered the whole place and began to alarm us.

A moment of silence.

"Sir!" I shouted as I walked towards him.

I found him lying on the floor, wet by his own blood. He was badly shot in his chest, he's still breathing though he passed out right after giving me a heart-shaped gold necklace.

I never got the chance to save him from a sudden attack. This scene takes me back to my dark past wherein I saw my family lying dead on a bloody floor.

"I promise, I will find her." I started to grip my right hand while still holding the necklace Mr. Clark handed me.

Though I didn't know anything about her, even her name or what she looks like, I will still fulfill my promise to the person who saved my life.

Without wasting too much time, I started to leave his office. I left after asking three of my people to take care of his body and what they needed to do before the police came.

You want to know what dark fate is? It is when you have decided to live in this kind of world where you choose to become a part of a crime organization, everything about you must remain secret, even your own death.