Whispers in Secret

25- Lucien Storm

After receiving the devastating news, Lucien felt a surge of rage coursing through his veins. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. The cool, collected persona he usually maintained shattered in an instant. **Ella was in danger, and the thought alone twisted his insides.**

**He stood up from his desk, the chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor, as he began pacing the room.** Each step felt heavier than the last as his mind raced with worst-case scenarios. **The image of James-disgusting, obsessive James-loomed large in his mind.** How could he let this happen? How could he have underestimated the threat?

Lucien grabbed his phone, dialing Emilio's number again. When the line connected, he wasted no time. "**Emilio, I want every man ready. We're moving out. Now.**"

"**Lucien, we're just-**"

"**Now!**" he barked, cutting Emilio off. The sound of his own voice echoed in the emptiness of his office, filled with an urgency that demanded immediate action.

"**We're ready,**" Emilio replied, the determination evident in his voice. "**We're heading to the warehouse. We'll be there in minutes.**"

"**I'll meet you there,**" Lucien snapped, already striding toward the door. His mind was a whirlwind of strategy and vengeance, his only focus on Ella. **The thought of her scared and alone ignited a fire in him. He wouldn't let James have her, not for a second longer.**

As he left the office, Lucien called upon his men, rallying them with a fierce determination. "**Listen up! We have a situation. Ella's been taken by James, and we're going to get her back. No mistakes. No hesitation.**" His voice was steady, cutting through the rising panic among the crew. "**We'll move fast and hit hard. I want eyes everywhere. This ends tonight.**"

**His men nodded, adrenaline pumping as they gathered their gear and prepared for the confrontation. Lucien felt a palpable energy in the room, a shared understanding of the gravity of the situation. They were a unit, and they would fight to the death if necessary to protect what was theirs.**

As they piled into their vehicles, Lucien couldn't shake the images flooding his mind-Ella's laughter, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she looked at him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The bond they shared was fierce, and he would stop at nothing to ensure her safety.

**As they sped toward the warehouse, Lucien's resolve solidified.** This wasn't just about revenge; it was about love. Ella was his world, and he wouldn't let anyone take that away from him.

"**We're almost there,**" Emilio said from the passenger seat, checking his weapon. "**We'll scout the perimeter first. No surprises.**"

Lucien nodded, his jaw set in determination. "**We'll go in hard. He won't know what hit him.**"

As they approached the warehouse, a dark silhouette loomed in the distance, and Lucien's heart raced. **Ella was in there, and he could feel every instinct urging him to go faster, to get to her before it was too late.** The thought of her in danger drove him forward with fierce urgency, ready to unleash hell upon anyone who stood in his way.

"**Get ready,**" he growled, his voice a low rumble. **Tonight, they would take back what was rightfully his.**

As Lucien and his men approached the warehouse, a palpable tension hung in the air. The sight of the dimly lit building made the hair on the back of Lucien's neck stand on end. **The urgency pulsed in his veins as they stepped inside, weapons at the ready.**

Once inside, they spotted a man pacing nervously near the entrance. The instant he caught sight of Lucien, his eyes widened in fear, his hands trembling slightly as he fidgeted with the collar of his jacket.