CAGED - A prisoner to their obsession

CHAPTER 29

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A man stood by the window of his vast office, the world spread out beneath him like a city of flickering embers in the night.

The view was breathtaking, but his mind was a storm of anxiety and dread. The weight of his worries pressed down on him, a silent tempest behind his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands like dark silk, and sighed deeply as he watched the traffic move like a river of restless fireflies.

The office door creaked open, pulling the man from his thoughts. A man dressed impeccably in a black suit stepped inside, his movements tense and deliberate. He stood hesitantly in the doorway, as if stepping into a lion's den.

"Sir," the man began, clearing his throat to steady his voice, "we couldn't find Miss August."

The words were like a punch to the man's gut. His hands clenched at his sides, the rage coursing through him like a wildfire. He turned slowly to face the man, his expression a mask of cold fury. "I am not paying you to hear excuses Nick" the man said, his voice low and threatening, each word a sharp blade in the air.

Nick flinched, the fear evident in his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure. "We tried everything, sir. But she's vanished."

The man took a step forward, his gaze unyielding. "And the man who was with her?" he demanded, his voice laced with menace.

The detective swallowed hard, the words tumbling from his lips like stones. "Dead. We found his body near the docks."

"And the kid?" The man's eyes burned with intensity, his voice a growl.

"Missing, too," Nick admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

The man turned back to the window, frustration boiling over. With a sudden, furious motion, he slammed his fist against the glass, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder. "Damn it!" he shouted, the rage palpable in the air.

He drew a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "I don't care what it takes," he said, his voice now a deadly whisper. "I want every resource, every man you have, dedicated to finding her. No more failures."

Nick nodded quickly, relief mixed with apprehension on his face. "Yes, sir. We'll do everything we can."

"Good," the man replied, his tone final and dismissive.

Nick exited swiftly, leaving the man alone with his thoughts. He paced the room, before approaching his desk. He opened a hidden compartment, revealing a wardrobe of secrets. From within, he withdrew a small, cherished photo frame.

He traced the outline of the young girl in the photograph with his fingertips, a softness in his eyes that belied the hardness of his demeanor. "Oh, August," he murmured, his voice a tender lament. "I thought keeping my distance would shield you from danger, but I should have known better. Please stay strong. I'll find you, and I will keep you safe."

With a heavy heart, the man returned the photo to its hiding place after kissing the photoframe, determination etched into every line of his face.

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August lay in a dimly lit room, her body curled protectively around the unconscious form of Aiden. The darkness wrapped around them like a shroud, offering a false sense of security.

She stirred as the door creaked open, the light from the hallway slicing through the blackness.

Three figures entered the room, their presence imposing and predatory. They were the brothers. Alexander moved to August's side and brushed his lips against her forehead. His touch was gentle, a mockery of the chaos they had wrought upon her life.

"She looks so peaceful," Elijah observed, his voice a blend of admiration and curiosity.

"She will be at peace with us too.....eventually," Alexander replied, his words a chilling promise.

Lucian sneered at Aiden, his eyes filled with disdain. "I'd prefer to have our kid here instead of this pest beside her."

Elijah shot him a warning glance. "He's our main card, Ian. We can't just get rid of him."

"Maybe not now," Alexander interjected, his tone firm and resolute, "but perhaps once she carries our children in her little belly."

The brothers shared a dark, knowing smirk, the idea igniting a cruel anticipation among them.

Alexander leaned closer to August, whispering softly, "Sweet dreams, darling. I hope you're not dreaming of your dead boyfriend. I wouldn't want to, but I might keep you awake for a whole week as punishment."

He kissed her forehead once more, a twisted token of affection. Lucian and Elijah followed suit, each leaving their mark before retreating from the room.

Outside, Lucian turned to his brothers, curiosity in his eyes. "Did you guys get any calls from Dad?"

Elijah sighed, exasperation coloring his words. "Yeah, I did. He was going on about how I should take care of my wife, take her on a honeymoon, and other rubbish I didn't bother to listen to."

Lucian chuckled, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Why not take them to a deserted island, kill them, and dump the bodies at sea?"

Elijah laughed, the sound a sinister melody in the quiet. "I'd prefer to have some fun first. Brothers, would you let me perform my art on your wives?"

Alexander shrugged nonchalantly, as if the idea was of no consequence. Lucian joined in the laughter. "Of course," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

"Perfect," Elijah exclaimed, clapping his hands with excitement.

Alexander's expression turned contemplative as he lit a cigar, the smoke curling around him like a living thing. "I got a call from Lance this morning," he said, his tone casual yet significant.

"Lance?" Elijah asked, curious. "The man we hired to keep tabs on our little dove?"

Alexander nodded. "Exactly."

Lucian's face darkened. "Is he blackmailing you?"

Alexander shook his head. "No, but he did say someone is trying to find Rose."

The revelation hung in the air, electrifying the space between them.

"What the hell?" Lucian muttered, confusion etched across his features. "How come? Why would anyone try to find doll?"

Elijah frowned, his mind racing. "It can't be her family. They abandoned her long ago. She has no friends, and we took care of her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend ourselves."

Alexander's eyes narrowed, calculating. "Whoever it is must have been watching her for some time. Otherwise, they wouldn't know she was taken."

Lucian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What if it's just someone curious about her whereabouts, not realizing she's been kidnapped?"

Elijah's gaze darkened. "Damn it, what if they trace her to us and find out what we've done?"

Alexander exhaled a stream of smoke, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry. I already have a solution."

Elijah's grin widened, knowing Alexander's plans were never short of genius. "And what might that be?"

Alexander's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Let's just say, I'm about to turn the tables."

Lucian chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To us, and the lengths we'll go to keep her to ourselves for eternity."

The three brothers shared a look of conspiratorial understanding, the shadows in their eyes a testament to the darkness they embraced.

As the night wore on, their plans set in motion, the only certainty was the chaos to come.

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