Twisted Veil of Devotion

Part 9

An endless search, a twisted play.

Her scent, her voice, they call him near,
An echo born of darkest fear.
He whispers her name in empty halls,
In every breath, her presence calls.

Obsessed, consumed, he can't let go,
A silent storm she'll never know.
His world revolves around her face,
Each thought of her, a fevered chase.

No door too strong, no lock too tight,
He stalks the dark to claim his right.

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Zane POV: 

Frustration coursed through me as I paced the darkened room, my fists clenching at my sides. Where the hell had they taken her? 

I had searched everywhere, scouring the streets and the places I knew she frequented. Each dead end only fueled the rage simmering within me. 

It was like trying to find a ghost, the trail gone cold as if she had vanished into thin air.

Stella. 

How could she betray me like this? 

After everything I had done for her, watching over her, protecting her from the world, she had the audacity to run off with that pathetic little boy, Ryan.

 I had given her everything, and in return, she threw it all away. It was infuriating.

I clenched my jaw, staring at the walls that felt like they were closing in on me. This wasn't just a game anymore; this was war. They had taken my Stella, and I wouldn't rest until I found her. I could feel the darkness wrapping around me, an old friend reminding me of the power I wielded. I reached for my phone, the cold, familiar weight of it grounding me as I pressed the speaker button.

"Gather the boys," I commanded, my voice steady and calm despite the fury boiling inside me. "We have work to do."

There was no response, just the sound of static, but I could feel their obedience without needing words. They would come; they always did. Together, we would track her down.

Little did Stella know who she was dealing with. I wasn't just a man in the shadows; I was one of the most wanted mafia bosses in the North America. I had spent years building an empire, forging connections and alliances that made me untouchable. And now, I would use every resource at my disposal to find her.

With each passing second, my anger turned into a cold, calculated determination. They thought they could hide her from me? They had no idea how far I was willing to go.

My mind raced with plans and possibilities. I knew the police were involved, and they would do everything they could to protect her. But I was nothing if not patient. I would find her, and when I did, I would make them all pay for taking her from me.

As I paced the room, a dark smile crept onto my face. Stella had no idea what I was capable of, how far I would go to reclaim what was mine. They wanted a war? They would get one. I was ready to unleash chaos, and nothing would stand in my way.

In the depths of my mind, I could already picture her reaction when I found her. The way her eyes would widen in shock, the fear that would seep into her bones. But I wouldn't hurt her. No, I wouldn't do that. I loved her too much for that. I would show her just how deeply I cared, how far I would go to protect her.

But first, I needed to locate her. I began to think of the connections I had, the snitches, the informants. I knew how to manipulate the world around me. Soon enough, I would have eyes everywhere, and I would find out where they had taken my Stella.