Unreal - Naymien

Eight - Him

~ Nayani's POV ~

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Ever since we fell asleep next to each other, embracing one another's warmth... I haven't seen him. I woke up to him being gone; it'd only been a few hours, so he probably got barely any warmth. I remember walking around the house, searching every room and crevice, but I came up with nothing. I was walking around his usual spots: strip club, bar, his work office for the Mafia. Again, nothing.

That was a month ago. 

I've thought many, many times as to call the police, only to come to the realization that he's a dangerously wanted criminal for the murder of uncountable people. Along with vandalism, theft, and... so much more. 

This past month, there have been many breaking news saying that Damien Lutz is on the loose, probably committing the same crimes that got him in trouble in the first place. I doubt it. If I were honest, if he really was on the loose... he'd come straight to me. One of the very few people he trusts with his heart. 

I solemnly believe that he's counted for as missing. I told Eva about it, and she just said that Damien's being himself and cursing himself back into the shadows he originally came from. Since she wasn't much help (probably constantly eating Faye out as always), I decided to take matters into my own, helpless hands. 

Oh, what love would do. It can cause someone to go absolutely crazy beyond limits. Beyond their power.

I've even gone as far as to talk to some of Damien's family, but they hate his entire well-being since he killed his father. Even though it helped so many damn people. They either kept shoving me away because I have a form of association with him, or they began ranting about what a horrible person he is and I should leave him the second I saw him. They never gave me any answers in where he could be. 

Having to draw that out in asking anyone that knows him about his whereabouts, I've been running around aimlessly around the entire city. Every building, abandoned building, corporate, alleyway, clubs... every damn where; helplessly, so helplessly.

Hell, I've even asked Faye, Eze and Xenon about where he could be, but they didn't give me answers, either.

"I remember Eva mentioning someone named Damien... she said he was your boyfriend! I don't know him personally, though... I'm sorry, Naya."  Faye.

"I met him at a strip club, only one time. He was very... ominous, I hated his presence he gave out, it was threatening. He seems like the type of guy to go to bars, strip clubs considering he owns one... oh, you've already tried the entire city's basis? Er... I'm sorry, Nayani... I don't know." Xenon.

"Damien chooses to keep his whereabouts private. You, dating him, should know that by now. Even if I did know, he'd want me to keep it a secret. This is not the best time to ask me questions such as that; I'm busy trying to find a place to take Xenon out to." Eze. 

It was only about midnight when I realized that I had the ability to track his phone down through contacts; I just prayed it wasn't dead. I sat up, snatching my phone from the bedside off of the charger, going onto Damien's contact and began tracking his phone. I flinched once I realized the location; two whole cities away. 

I got up, dressing myself appropriately within a couple of minutes, grabbing my car keys and headed out the door and out into my car. My engine began sputtering, but after a few tries, it successfully and thankfully started up. 

I just hope I wasn't going to be too late.

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~ Damien's POV ~

"What do you want from me? Money? Targets? I'll give you anything if you let me go." I growled under my breath, tied to a chair uncomfortably tight. Normally, I'd be able to get out of such a trap, but for some reason... this one seemed impossible to get out of. I didn't know these guys, but they sure as hell knew me.

They knew my name, age, date of birth, fake alias, relationship status, country of origin... everything. Freakishly enough, fucking everything. Even things such as if I had kids, past spouses, any marriages or divorces. 

"You shut up, you stupid Lutz." 

I writhed in a chair, getting impatient and pissed off. It's been a month since I'd been captured by these fucking idiots, and while I was getting properly fed and hydrated, it was quite boring only having an hour to myself without the chair, in which I'd be supervised with a gun anyway. So, it wasn't really to myself, per se... but it was something.

I've learned throughout my years on how to survive any kind of conditions whether it's perfect, moderate, or just plain horrid. I'd say that this treatment is in between moderate and plain horrid. Because all of this chair sitting is definitely going to cause problems in my back one of these days and it's gonna bite me in surprise. 

"Nayani." One of the men said to me in a threatening voice. 

"I'm not saying anything," I spat, only to hear the click of a gun, and I turned to see that one of the other men that have been keeping watch on me had aimed it directly at my head. 

"You will tell us what you know about her." 

"Why do I need to?" I stared, "she's cities away, you've no use for her." 

"We need her dead." 

"Another Keel Lutz?" I glared, "he wanted her dead, as well, and he ended up dead. Would you like to suffer the same fate as him?" 

"You might want to rethink your choices, seeing that you're at gunpoint." 

Fuck.

"I don't get it, why does everyone need her dead? And why keep me for a solid month in a rickety wooden chair just to ask me about her until now? I find it pointless." 

"Because we needed you vulnerable enough and weak enough to tell us information." 

"Hah! I'm not weak or vulnerable at all! You've been keeping me well fed and hydrated, you're helping me instead of making me we- SHIT!" 

I groaned loudly in pain, staring down at my thigh to see that I've been shot through. Not at my head, thankfully, but still, getting shot anywhere is a pain the fucking ass. "What the hell?!" 

"Keep this snarky attitude of yours, and we'll continue shooting you from the ankle up. Would you really want it to get as bad as to your neck or head?" 

"You don't have the guts!" I seethed then screamed in pain once more as another gunshot sounded, a bullet shot straight through my right calf. Blood was beginning to soak through my pants from the thigh shot, and now more from the calf shot. Fucking bastards. "I'd rather die than sell her out!"

The one who was interrogating me gave the one who was shooting me a simple nod, and his gun drew back to my head and clicked. 

"Go ahead," I snarled, "do it, you pussy." 

"DAMIEN!" 

I flinched, and so did the two guys as they turned around, and I managed to have enough strength as to pull out of the ropes that were tying me to the chair, standing up and limping. I elbowed the one who was aiming the gun at the voice's direction, grabbing the gun and aiming it towards the so-called leader. My leg was throbbing, and I desperately wanted to fall down and let my leg rest, but I couldn't.

That voice didn't know what she was getting into.

And that voice was Nayani's.

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Chapter Eight - Him, End

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