Twisted Fate

The Search

Lia's POV-
I could feel the stinging sensation on my left cheek. I am very sure it had left a mark over there. The blood was still dripping from the cut. There was a knock on the door. Since when did they learn manners? The same boy from earlier came in waitt a slice of bread and a glass of water. Oh! They even have food. I thought they lived on oxygen.

"Here, eat this." He told. I rolled my eyes. Is the boy dumb or is he blind? He moved the plate forward. I moved my eyes to my wrists reminding him that they are still tied.

"Oh! I'm very forgetful at times." He chuckled. I found nothing amusing in it. He untied my wrists. They were literally the colour of my blood. Oh no! Wait. It was blood. My beautiful wrists were now dripping with blood. All because of that bastard. When I'm out of here, I will skin him alive and feed his flesh to the vultures. How dare he ruin my wrists?

The boy had left by now and I was in no mood to eat that filthy piece of bread. Although, I was fading in and out of consciousness, there's no way I will eat that.

Few hours later:

It was already nighttime. I've lost the track of days I've been here. I so want to be in my bed right now. Someone barged in through the door. Ugh! Not the 'boss' again. I'm already sick of our first meeting.

"Looks like the sleeping beauty is awake." He sneered.

"What do you want?" I asked already tired of his nonsense.

"Oh nothing! You're just a pawn in my game."

"What game?" Ever heard curiosity killed the cat? Yup! That cat's me.

He was about to answer but he got interrupted by his phone. He left without a word. Huh! Good riddance. But seriously? A pawn? What game is he playing? I really need to escape this place now. I don't even know if anyone is even looking for me. It's been days since I've been trapped here. No one came to my rescue so now I will plan my own rescue.

I looked around and found a cupboard at the end of the room. My wrists were still untied even though I didn't ate anything. I quickly untied my legs and holy motherfucking lord. Even my ankles were dripping with blood. I tried to stand up and walk but I failed miserably. My feet were sore. Okay! Change in plans. First I will tie his hands behind his back with a rope and then hand him, it would dislocate his shoulders and then I will skin him alive and feed his flesh to the vultures.

I massaged my feet for a while but I still felt the stinging sensation every time I touched it. Few minutes later I was able to wobble my way to the cupboard.

I opened the cupboard and found a bottle of bleach, two lemons, two empty spray bottles and a broom stick. Surely, they kept these things here to torture people but they were dumb if they didn't do they their research on me before abducting me.

I was a chemistry student and I have the perfect plan in my mind.

Damien's POV-

We were halfway into the meeting and we still don't have a track on her. I was starting to get frustrated. I'd managed to get the footage from the surveillance cameras in the surrounding areas, but those fuckers took their sweet time in getting me the footage.

We were currently sitting in the hacking department tracking the number plate down but my men were still not able to track it down. I didn't realize they were this dumb and useless until now. So much for having number one hackers from all around the fucking world.

"Chto the delaes? vy nay mozhete otsledit nomernoy znack?" [Translation: What the fuck are you doing? Can't you track a number plate down?]

"Sare, my starayemsya izeaux vsekh seal." [Translation: Sir we are trying our best.]

Fuckers. I was losing my patience now. I was about to head over to the gym to relive some stress when the door opened. It was Dominic, our team's best hacker.

"Dominic, slava bogu, the zdes." [Translation: Dominic! Thank god you're here.]

"Chto ne tak boss?" [Translation: What's wrong boss?]

"Dominic otsledi etot nomernoy znak kak mozhno bystreye." [Translation: Dominic track this number plate down as fast as you can.]

He got to work immediately. He started typing furiously on the laptop screen. 

I was drowning in guilt. It's almost a week and I have no idea where is she or how is she. I don't even know who her captor's is, for fuck's sake. So much for being a world's most feared mafia's son. I should have never asked her to be my date for this ball. But she would've been there anyway even if hadn't asked her because even her family was invited. Still I should've been more careful. I knew I have enemies yet I didn't provide her any safety. Enemies! Lia's family is my biggest and worst enemy. But they wouldn't kidnap their own daughter. Like hell, they threatened to kill me if I didn't find their daughter.

I glanced at Dominic. He was still typing something but the typing got slower. He looked deep in thought. If Dominic is finding it difficult to track the number plate down, then Lia's captor must be very cunning and intelligent.

"Chto ty tak dolgo?" [Translation: What's taking you so long?"]

Vy uvereny, chto nomernoy znak pravil' nyy?" Where is he going with this? [Translation: Are you sure that the number plate is correct?]

I nodded. He turned back to the laptop.

"Fuck!" Dominic swore. He only swears in English when it's something serious.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a serious tone.

"It's Cartel Diaz." That was all he needed to say for all this to make sense. No wonder why it took Dominic to some time to track the location.

"Fucking Daggers." I cursed under my breath.

Cartel Diaz owned the Daggers, the largest mafia of America. Ever since he knew my father was handing over his mafia to me, he has had his small damageable at few of my warehouses. His jealousy for me had never ended even after we let him escape several times. Few of his trusted men were weak in aiming and hand to hand combat but he had a few dangerous torturing techniques. I never liked his attitude nor his looks were made to praise. He always had this attitude of owning the largest mafia. He always acts mighty and powerful when in reality he is just a scaredy cat hiding behind that facade.

And if he had captured Lia, he must know that I'm looking for her. Cartel kidnapping Lia is not what's scaring me, what's scaring me is that him torturing Lia just to get back at me. If I see a scratch on her beautiful and perfect body, I swear I will torture him in ways he never thought existed and I will make sure that he dies a slow and painful death.

"Chto nam delat' boss?" One of my men asked. [Translation: What do we do boss?"]

"We leave at 9 and reach his premises by 11. We will have exactly one hour to position ourselves before midnight strikes and there's a power cut at his base. We exactly have fifteen minutes to get Lia out of there. Everyone start training, we leave today at nine."

Everyone started discarding from the room to head towards the gym.

I will save her.

~Taurus