YOU ARE WHAT I NEED [COMPLETED]

20

Devin sat in his dimly lit study, the smell of expensive cigars and aged whiskey filling the air. Papers were strewn across his desk, each one scrawled with names, locations, and possible motives. His mind was a chaotic storm, racing with thoughts of betrayal, revenge, and worst of all, the gnawing uncertainty of where his son could be.

It had been three agonizing weeks since Mark had gone missing. Three weeks of sleepless nights and constant anxiety. He had sent out search teams, questioned informants, and leaned on every contact he had, but there was nothing—no trace, no clue, not a single lead. His frustration had turned to anger, and now, that anger was eating him alive.

Devin glanced at the list in front of him, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the names. Most of them were competitors or old enemies, people who had reason to hate him but not the guts to cross him. None of them, he was sure, would be stupid enough to take his son. None of them except one.

Cathy.

Her name stood out like a stain on the paper, a constant reminder of the one person who might have the audacity to challenge him. Mark had assured him she was off the grid, but Devin had never fully believed it. A woman like Cathy didn't just disappear. She was too cunning, too powerful, and if she had something to do with Mark's disappearance... No, he couldn't afford to go down that road without more proof. He couldn't start a war without knowing the enemy.

Then there was the meeting Mark had mentioned with Lady D. Devin had heard of her, of course, a powerful figure in the underworld, but she was known more for her connections than for violence. What would she want with Mark? He dismissed the thought, crossing her name off the list. It didn't make sense. Lady D had no reason to get involved in his family affairs.

As Devin took another swig of whiskey, trying to dull the edge of his thoughts, there was a knock on the door. He looked up, irritation flaring.

"What is it?" he snapped, not in the mood for interruptions.

One of his men entered, his face pale, his voice trembling. "Boss, you need to come look at this."

Devin's heart skipped a beat, a cold dread settling in his gut. He followed the man down the corridor, his footsteps echoing ominously against the marble floors. They stopped in front of a small wooden crate, unmarked and unassuming.

"Open it," Devin ordered, his voice tight with barely controlled panic.

The man hesitated before prying the box open, revealing its gruesome contents. Devin felt the world tilt as he stared at the severed head of his son, his face frozen in a grotesque expression of terror.

"No... no, no, no!" Devin's voice cracked, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the hall. His hands trembled as he reached into the box, pulling out a bloodstained envelope. He tore it open, his vision blurring as he read the short, taunting note inside:

"Hopefully in another life he would learn to keep his head out of others business, . XOXO."

Devin's blood ran cold. He knew exactly whose kiss that was. Cathy. She had done this. She had killed his son and sent him this sickening message as if it were a game.

A wave of uncontrollable rage surged through him. He threw the box across the room, the sound of breaking glass and wood barely registering in his mind. His men stood back, terrified as Devin went on a rampage, overturning furniture, shattering windows, and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Find her! Find Cathy Devereux and bring her to me! Do you hear me?" Devin roared, his voice a mix of fury and grief. "I'll tear her apart with my bare hands!"

Selene POV

Selene lay sprawled on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the weight of the past few weeks pressing down on her chest. She had tried everything—giving Claire space, respecting her boundaries, hoping that the time apart would heal whatever wounds had been inflicted. But nothing had worked. Claire was still distant, still hurt, and Selene was losing hope.

A knock at her bedroom door pulled her out of her thoughts. Her brother, Lucas, poked his head in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, sis, what do you say we get out of here for a while? You've been moping around long enough."

Selene sighed, not in the mood for his usual attempts to cheer her up. "I'm not really up for going out, Lucas."

"Come on, you need this," Lucas insisted, stepping into the room. "I know you're hurting, but sitting here isn't going to fix anything. Let's go have some fun like we used too. You deserve a break."

She opened her mouth to refuse again, but the look in Lucas's eyes stopped her. He was trying so hard to help, and maybe he was right. Maybe getting out of the house, even just for a few hours, would help clear her mind.

"Fine," she relented, pushing herself off the bed. "But I'm not staying out all night."

"Deal," Lucas said with a wink. "I know just the place."

An hour later, they were standing outside "Pulse," a hidden club nestled in the heart of the city, known only to those who walked on the darker side of life. It was a place where vampires and humans mingled, where the music was loud, and the drinks were strong. The entrance was unmarked, the only sign of life the faint pulse of bass vibrating through the walls.

Selene hesitated at the door, feeling a pang of unease. But Lucas nudged her forward, grinning as they stepped inside. The club was packed, bodies moving in rhythm to the music, the air thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and something darker that lingered beneath the surface.

At first, Selene just watched from the edge, letting the thrum of the music wash over her. But slowly, as the beat picked up and the crowd became more frenetic, she began to loosen up. She let Lucas pull her onto the dance floor, losing herself in the music, the flashing lights, the anonymity of the crowd.

As she swayed to the music, a girl sidled up to her, her movements fluid and sensual. Selene felt the girl's hands on her waist, her breath warm against her neck. Normally, she would have pushed her away, but tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the drinks, or the need to forget, but she didn't stop her.

The girl turned to face her, their bodies close, the air between them electric. Before Selene could react, the girl leaned in, pressing her lips against Selene's in a soft, lingering kiss. Selene's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she froze, caught off guard by the suddenness of it.

But then she caught a scent—a familiar, heart-wrenching scent—and everything clicked into place. She broke away, her eyes scanning the crowd frantically until she saw her.

Claire was standing just a few feet away, her eyes wide and filled with tears. The look of hurt and betrayal on her face was like a knife to Selene's heart.

"Claire, wait!" Selene called out, trying to push through the crowd, but it was too late. Claire turned and bolted from the club, her friends close behind, throwing angry glances at Selene.

One of Claire's friends stopped to glare at Selene. "You're such a jerk," she spat, before hurrying after Claire.

Selene stood frozen in place, the reality of what just happened sinking in. She had come here to forget, to escape her feelings, but now she had only made things worse. Much worse.

The music continued to pound, the crowd still dancing, oblivious to the turmoil that had just unfolded. But for Selene, the night had come crashing down, leaving her standing in the middle of the chaos, alone.

Author's Note

Hello everyone! Some of you might have noticed this but I have changed somethings within this book. So, if you ever confused about a situation then just reread. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please vote and comment.