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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

LUCIAN

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I flipped through the pages of the files in my hand, the idea was perfect. Even way better than the A-12 explosive idea that had been stolen. I was still pissed that the culprit was yet to be found but couldn't suck on that forever. It had always been in our blood as my father had taught me, once the enemy strike, we strike harder. Vladimir had gotten away with the first and I knew for certain that whoever the spy or spies were still in my mansion. This time, I had just the perfect plan to draw out whoever the mole was.

"Don't you think he will make trouble this time? " Devin spoke from the driver's seat. He was talking about uncle Nicholas who had sold our weapons illegally. Resolving the issue had been the reason I had to spend a week.

Seven days away from my Brie. It had been utmost difficult. I had to live on my imagination, jerking off the last memory of her full lips around my cock. I didn't think I had ever been as eager to return home as I did right now.

When the pressing need to see her would become unbearable, I would watch her through the installed cameras in the house, even though I couldn't hear her voice or conversations, watching her silently provided a little bit of satisfaction. My constant madness for her had been a bit bearable before I had her in my possession. Now, she was an incurable drug that had been infused into my system.

I remembered the first time my father had stumbled upon my picture collection of her. The ones I had always gone through severally, wishing she was with me instead of those damn pictures that didn't capture well enough her radiant innocent beauty. Father had been horrified and furious, he thought I had fallen in love with a girl from the family we consider our enemy. He thought those useless feelings were for the weak and would make me deviate from the man I was born to be.

He had been wrong.

In the first place, I didn't love Brie, that wasn't a feeling I was capable of having. She had that sweet innocence that attracted me like a moth to a flame. I had never been that or owned anything so pure. Father had watched me slice the throat of one of the traitors, I had been seven then. Had been fascinated by the red pump of liquid before the life was slowly drained out of his eyes.

I had killed a person, other kids my age might have been horrified and sick, but I wasn't.

I always had been curious each time father kill traitors in front of me, I had finally experienced how it felt. I loved the deep rush of excitement and wanted to experience it again and again...

The only person that might have had a special spot in my heart was my mother, but she hated me. I found out that when I was three years old. I hadn't been able to tell the reason why she would despise me enough to kill me. The scar that was barely visible in my left chest had been given to me by her on my third birthday, Father had stopped her just in time from killing me with that kitchen blade.

That day had also been the first time I had heard about my illness.

I had found Gabrielle when I thought that the only thing left in this world was darkness, I was unknown to her but she consumed my thoughts each time I close my eyes. I had often fantasized about her in more than one way, most of the time it was her kneeling beautifully for me, gazing up at me beneath those thick long lashes and my name coming out as a moan from those precious lips as she waited for my commands. Her body, mind and soul ever willing to please.

It wasn't entirely lust that I feel for her, it definitely wasn't love either, my emotions were lying just on the brink of insane obsession. She always drove me with that frenzied need to mark every inch of her pale flesh, to claim every inch of her soul. Sick was that I needed her to love me, even though I would never love her back, at least not in a normal way.

I always have been a hard man, a monster or vengeance as most people call me, but she was my Brie. If there was any person who would be able to understand me in this world, then it was her. And sooner or later, she would understand that I was everyone else's monster but hers.

Nicholas had had to bear my frustration. He was family, my father's brother at that. He probably had thought he would be pardoned and get away with his mistakes, there might have been a chance for that, though very slim if he hadn't taken me away from my wife.

I had possessed no second thought shredding Nicholas of his position in the business, he had broken a strict rule for his personal benefit, anyone else in his place would have been killed as simple as that. He had been furious, so was his son, Casper.

My word was law. If any of the rest of them had objected, they would have suffered the same fate.

I had been crazy and insane even as a child, it was something that all of them understood.

"I will be waiting for him if he dares to make trouble, I doubt it though, he's too much of a coward."

Devin nodded and the limo made a turn, I felt a rush of excitement when my mansion came to view.

I needed to see Brie, we had started wrongly because she had betrayed me with that bastard and had stabbed me. If she was obedient and didn't try to deny me what is mine, then I wouldn't have to hurt her ever again.

"Then, what are you going to do about her?"

Devin was referring to the girl currently sleeping in the backseat, the one who I had brought home with me.

My half-sister, Loretta.

"She is a Castiel, therefore she would live as one from henceforth. " Came my quick response, I had given it some thoughts before now.

She recently turned seventeen, only a few people know that my father had a child with his mistress, Sandra, the woman he had taken after her mother's death.

When father was alive, Loretta had spent most holidays in our house, but father had made no mention to anyone that she was his child, most people thought she was some distant relative.

If I didn't know father's personality, I would have thought that was his way to protect her. But since I understood him well enough, I knew he had kept her away because he wanted nothing to do with a female child.

She had always lived with her mother in one of her father's estates, and even after his death, I allowed them to remain. But things have changed, Sandra was getting married to some lowlife loan shark.

Loretta was a Castiel after all, there was no way she would answer another man's name.

Her mother had given to objection when I had appeared to take her away, gold diggers like her only understood the language of money, I doubted she would care less about her daughter's life from henceforth.

The car was brought to a stop, my starved eyes roamed rapidly on their own accord, my body grew tensed as I hoped to catch a glimpse of my wife.

A week had been fucking too long!