Pariah's Wrath

Chapter Thirty-Nine: When All is lost

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Jophiel

I leaned back to the elevator's glass-covered wall while my arms were crossed over my chest. My body was rigid and taut as anger continues to burn in my being the only thing that calms me down is knowing that I'm going home to my wife. I took a peek at my Patek wristwatch and groaned in frustration, my head continues to pound as conversations in the basement replayed in my head. It's nearly five in the morning, and exhaustion is consuming me but it felt like I had so much fury in me to keep going, and to finish what is need to be done, then get the hell out of this shithole. 

My phone vibrated inside my pocket but I had too much rage to check who was calling at this time of the day. At this point, I just need my wife. Hell, I'm not even sure how she'll welcome me once I walk into that room. It may be a whole new battlefield that I'm about to arrive in. 

The elevator 'dinged' and I stood with my shoulder squared like I never received the news that almost broke me. 

Lucas died. 

But his death will be for nothing if I don't carry on and make his killers pay. 

His death will be paid for.

My sister's disappearance will be paid for. 

Ibrahim Delos Santos will face the Pariah's wrath. He might not suffer the death that he deserves but he will fall from grace. He will go down without any political reservations and he will be unmasked of that messiah facade that he has got going on for years. The whole nation will know what kind of bastard he truly is. 

I walked out of the elevator and was immediately greeted by the armed men that were stationed on our floor. I nodded to greet them, and they saluted and remained in their positions. I walked silently, preparing myself for anything that would greet me. I tried to hold my composure but it all came crumbling down when I heard Luciana's screams inside our suite. 

My heart beat erratically as I ran the few steps toward our room. The guards that were supposed posted outside her room are gone. 

Fuck!.

My hand shook in an unimaginable rage as I reach for my gun in the holster of my jeans but cursed when I remembered that I left it down the basement. 

Putangina!. 

I kicked the door open and ran inside our room to see two female guards holding down my wife who kept on thrashing on the bed as she continues to shout bloody murder. While the two male guards who were supposed to be outside her room  are standing stirdy ready for any upscale in the situation.

"Pakawalan niyo 'ko! I want to see my sister! Anong ginawa niyo kay Victoria?!" Her voice raspy as she continued to scream. 

The two guards are trying to keep her from getting up the bed as she continues to scratch and kick each of the, and as if she felt my presence as a wife does when her husband is around, her eyes quickly snapped toward me.