The Maid (Corrupted Love #1) |✓

𝟣𝟣 | The Maid

Lucifer

I got out of my car, making my way towards the old warehouse in the middle of the wooden forest as the soft cold breeze hit my hard body. Two guards standing on the doorstep quickly nodded their heads in respect as I walked inside the house. As soon as I stepped in, the smell of rotten blood hit my nostrils, making me scrunch my nose. Seeing me, Marco took steps towards me.

"Hai ricevuto qualcosa dal bastardo?", I asked as my eyes focused on the poor bloody body of a male, laying down, waiting for his death to arrive anytime soon.
(Translation: did you get anything from the bastard?)

"Lo abbiamo quasi ucciso but this motherf*cker didn't seem to open his mouth." Marco said in a stern voice.
(Translation: We almost killed him)

"I'll handle him. Where is Giovanni? I asked him to bring me the old files of my business with Mexicans." I asked, my eyes never leaving the man laying in front of me. My heart filled with satisfaction to see him groaning in pain. This is what happened to everyone who came in my way. Beg for your own death.

"He can't leave the Casino now, everything needs to be under control there. But he got the files." Marco answered.

"Tell him to meet me in my office." With that, I dismissed Marco as I slowly walked towards the living dead. The walls of the house were stained with fresh blood.

I kneeled down in front of him, scanning every wounds in his body. He was bloody and dirty. The smell of rotten blood increased even more. His shirt was red with blood, ripped in places.
I moved my hand down and pressed the fingers where his nails were chipped off, leaving layer of black wounds. He screamed in agony as I pressed more into them. His crying and begging eased my ear and a laugh left my mouth.

As soon as his teary eyes met mine, I saw horror pooling around in them. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find his voice.

I got up from the position,walking towards the chair and placing it in front of his bloody body. His eyes watching my every movements,waiting for my next moves in fear. I couldn't help but chuckle at his poor self. I knew if I laid my hand on him, he will be dead. He will indeed die in my bare hands but not before answering what I wanted to hear.

"Gosh! What did my men do to you? Why didn't you tell them to stop?" I mocked with fake concern as my eyes examined his swollen ankles and burnt marks all over his arms.

"Y-you are L-Lucifer?" He managed to ask. I could sense the fear and shock in his tone.

"And y-you are S-Stark?" I copied his way in mocking tone before letting out a deep chuckle. "Am I right? Now let's get to the point. Where is Vincent?" I asked in a stern voice.

"I d-didn't d-do anything I s-swear! I-I d-don't know wh-where he is! Please l-let me go I- have a f-family." He begged for his life and I let him do it. I loved to hear the screams,the pain , the cries from the people who were the reasons of my pain,my sister's pain.

"You should've known you have a family before attacking my Casino! Now start talking," I spoke, gritting my teeth, leaning down as my elbows rested on my knees, my eyes blazing with fire for wanting to know the answers. Everytime, I was inches close to catch Vincent but that coward bastard managed to run away. One thing he didn't know was,I won't die until I separate his head, his hands and his legs from his fucking filthy body, his eyeballs would be in my bare fucking hands.

"H- he just called me- and th-threated to kill me s-so I h-had to w-work for him. I don't k-know where he i-is! He didn't t-tell me anything more- aahhhh!"