LUCID FEVER (boyxman)( boyxboy) ( mpreg)

chapter 11 ; Chaos.

THIRD PERSON POV.

The harsh pelting of raindrops replaced the quiet of a large cold office. A lone man sat, gently swirling a glass of whiskey before taking a sip, savoring the rich burn as it passed down his throat. His cold piercing grey eyes taking in the scene outside his  victorian styled window.

  It was the beginning of Fall. Leaves were just turning , the cold seeping in. It was the mans favorite time of the year.  And this year would be exceptional. His treasure would be with him.

At the thought of his treasure a smile came to his face. He hadn't expected it to happen so soon. His intention was just to make contact. Yet the moment his eyes connected with his treasure everything froze. It was just him, and his treasure. And so he took what was his. It made no sense waiting. Especially since his treasure seemed so willing.

A sharp knock jolted the man out of his dreaming.  The man's smile vanished as he grunted out a "Come in".

A tall brunette, squared shouldered and brisk walked in. Without waiting for further instructions she said in a strong clear voice.                                                                                                                                       "He's ready Sir".

The smile re-appeared on the mans face. He quickly stood. Not even bothering with the brunette and quickly made his way out the office. With long legs and an eager pace he reached his destination.  Pausing , the tall man took a moment before entering the room.

As he stepped inside it was like he was transported to another world. Well it would have been if he wasn't so accustomed to that kind of luxury. But he was impressed that the decors had finished up a day before they said they would be finished, or it may had to do with a gun lying on the meeting table. 

The room screamed luxury. The high arched ceiling was covered in a beautiful gold shimmer. Hanging from the center was a large beautiful crystal chandelier. It sparkled like crystalized dew drops.The long thick curtains were gold with a royal purple trim and cascaded elegantly from the tall terrance doors. Soft victorian velvet chairs sat on gold legs at corners of the spacious room.  Similar dressers,closets and mirrors were placed art-fully with great care and detail. The entire floor was covered in the softest fur carpet the man could buy. In the middle of the room sat a king sized bed. That too sat on gold legs. Soft goose feathered pillows were accompanied by silk sheets.

But the most beautiful in the room for the man , was the sleeping boy on the bed. He slowly walked towards the bed. His heart was beating furiously as he took in the beautiful fragile boy slumbering peacefully.

The boys pale skin was illuminated by the soft gold light of the room making him more angelic than he already was. His frail body was covered in the most expensive silk the man could find. His hair neatly combed and splayed out on the pillows under him.The man gently grasped a few of the long silver strands and brought them to his nose, taking in the rose-scented shampoo they had used on the boy.

The man was in ecstasy.

His treasure was here.

All his.

Forever.

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It was chaos.

For the past three days, the entire town was in an uproar. Nobody could believe it.

The disappearance of sweet Sora Miles.

Everyone was lost, confused. The police were treating it as an abduction. Search parties were formed , headed by teachers, officers, anyone with an authoritative title. The entire town showed up.

But the most devastated were four people. Treena - the sister, Hayton - the best friend, Cane - the lover and Greg - the boyfriend.

Out of the four, the sister seemed to be the most composed. Because it was ingrained in her.

Unlike what her missing brother, Hayton, her ex-fiance, and the town believed, Treena Miles was not an exquisite art dealer that traveled occasionally.

She was one of The Six.

'The Six' were six highly trained investigators and when needed assassins, hailing from different parts of the world.  They worked for no one.

Their only goal was to rid the world of the monsters that roamed around cladded in luxury with paper smiles and fake humanity.

We aren't talking puny. We're talking serious criminals.

Real criminals.

Those that you know exist but never hear about.

Human trafficking. Child prostitution. Large war scale weapon productions. Drug lords.  Organ trafficking. Illegal experiments. 

Those politicians, tycoons, church lords, who smile sweetly with poison behind their teeth. 

Treena and her partner Maurice were working on a big case.  They'd been on it for two years now. Progress was slow because they're opponent had personal connects to the President. Untouchable in other words. 

But recently they had blown off an  important shipment that cost the bastards approximately 10 mil. A shipment filled with children, women , men, forcefully taken from their homes , off the streets , the vulnerable. To be slaughtered. Their DNA frozen and stored. 

Criminals  knew about the Six.  Who they were. But The Six was untouchable as well. Untraceable. Unknown. No weak spots. 

Except Treena.  Because she alone had a family member alive. Sora. How they had found out about him was a frustrating mystery. Not even her partner for five years knew about Sora.

 She knew who took her baby brother. And she was pissed. Chaos ran through her veins. But most of all she was scared. She couldn't lose her only reason to live. Not to them. Like she had lost her parents and older brother. 

But she was also confused. They don't do kidnappings. The Morcai's killed. In broad day light if they had to. So why take Sora? 

She had nothing that they didn't have. No intel. Because the Morcai's were at the very top of the criminal world. Money was out of the question too. They were one of the richest gangs out of the five in the world. They don't do petty things as kidnapping and threatening. They wouldn't kidnap to kill either. If they wanted her to stop blowing  up their operations they would kill. Cold blooded killing right on the spot. 

So why? Why her baby brother ? Just why? Treena was confused, and scared and down right angry . 

She would kill them all.

 Fuck her job.

 She would kill them. 

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 Took forever in updating. Fuck me. 

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