Ok, enough. I don’t wanna start shivering with excitement and fear at the same time.
See? Easy.
I let her go and come back to the present.
I try to think about more positive thoughts. Like the fact that Lucas always had a tracking device stuck in his neck. His team always knew where he was. That’s why he always wanted to be with me.
Because I was safe with him.
The only time when his team lost track of him was when we were captured and brought deep underground through one of the town’s tunnels. They would’ve intervened to search for us, but Lucas was very strict with the rules he enforced.
They had to wait to be asked for help. To see that he really was in danger with no way out. Or just disappear from under their radar for more than four hours. Those were the rules.
Lucas needed to have a phone with him to communicate with them, but when he got out of the train, it just slipped from his pocket. He was lucky with… Cathal’s phone.
He finally managed to contact them and involve them in this complex operation.
I loved that he had a plan B from the beginning and didn’t only rely on my stupid plan. He knew it wasn’t gonna work, but he didn’t wanna disagree with my ideas.
“I like it when you smile, but I felt your state of mind drastically change in the last ten minutes,” Lucas laughs, bringing me back to reality.
My smile only gets bigger at his remark. I can feel my cheeks slowly turning red and my body overflowing with adoration for Lucas.
“Also,” he tells me, making me look at his phone, “they’re not just keeping an eye on us.”
That’s a pleasant surprise. My worries regarding Bianca disappear from inside of me while I’m watching the live footage on the phone’s screen. She is in her motel room, with a towel over her head, and a man is waiting for her in bed. I look at her as she slowly starts taking her bathrobe off. My eyes get big when it reaches her boobs, and Lucas quickly closes the recording. His cheeks get a red nuance from what he could’ve seen next.
Of course. That bitch is now relaxing after all she’s done. Better for us. This makes things easier.
I hope she has the worst sex in the history of it. For her to have the worst partner whose dick can’t get up. It wouldn’t be her first time, from what we were gossiping about her experiences before Paul.
At the same time, I hope Paul will never see that footage. I won’t be the first to torture her, and he’ll surely kill her.
Sooo, are you back to the blood? I’m glad. I would love to watch you do it. I would be proud of you for the first time in our lives.
For the moment, the plan remains the same, even after that footage. We go directly to Omar, where the reinforcements will be ready. When he opens the door, the team will wait for Lucas’s signal to immobilise whoever opens it and barge into the house to take the others prisoners.
Then, Bianca will be brought, and all will be put under questioning alongside Lucas’s complex devices, with which I’ll have so much fun. I wanna watch Bianca suffer. I won’t kill her directly, no. I have to get the adrenaline that can take me there.
That’s what I was telling you. And don’t forget that you promised to also let me play with her for a bit.
I hear a subtle sound when Lucas gets a notification. He looks down at his phone and then puts it back in the pocket of his pants.
“They’re ready. The entry is clear, and the enemy is home. The perfect day for a nourishing prey,” Lucas says with a smirk on his lips. “Now you’ll see what I really do and how good it feels to rid the world of poison. Are you ready?”
I inhale profoundly and try to remove the dark thoughts from the exterior of my being.
“Beside you, always,” I tell him.
He takes my hand once we get close to the house. We are ready to climb the stairs and knock on the door, like any othernormal humans, but we don’t get a chance to do that. The door opens, and we freeze in place.
But she…
It makes absolutely no sense. The footage was clear, it was live…
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Lucas says, while making the secret sign for his team to intervene.
“Surprise! Uh, I couldn’t help myself.”
