This story is the sequel of my work Beauty and her Beast. Read it first before reading this part!!
Mary has left Nikolai and Alex in the hospital. Nobody knows about her whereabouts. She is as invisible as air around them.
So close yet so far . .
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"It's been 2 days and we are still unable to find her."
"That sums up one thing: She is not in this country anymore."
"Now; the question arises: Where in this fucking World is she then?"
Dylan and Alex were on the verge of pulling their hairs out. Well; I'm not far from doing this as well, but I've to stay compose for the sake of my Queen. I looked towards my man; Carter. Signaling him to come forwards; I crushed my Cigar and stood up. He came and bowed his head.
Who wouldn't; in front of us? We're God and Satan combined.
"We're unable to find her keeping the mind the fact that this country is not big and we've around 1500 men searching for Madame."
Axel and Dylan stopped and looked towards us. The panic on their faces was enough proof that something is not right. She slipped again. How? This is something I'll never be able to answer. Moretti stood up and walked towards us. This man is death himself.
"Then we'll widen our search parameters. We'll take countries and dig the grounds if this is what it takes to find her. I've to get her before those fucking bastards even lay a hand on her." Raising his hand; one of his men came forwards.
"We're going back to the States. We'll start searching from there. Mary loves her company. She'll definitely go back their even if it is just for mere seconds. Time is crucial for us and the thing on stake is far more valuable than my own life. We've to get her before they did."
Dave was as white as the marble beneath his feet. I was just as pissed as Moretti on Mary. How could she be this ignorant? Doesn't she know what is in front of her? While moving to collect things; the shrill ringing of Dave's cell phone made us all halts in our actions. Dave frowned but nonetheless received the call. Whoever was calling was talking in a hurried voice and with every passing second Dave keep getting paler and paler. It was a miracle He was standing on this foot.
Before anyone of us could inquire; another bell chimed. Looking towards the source; it turns out to be the cell phone of Dylan. I had seen people being drained of blood before but the way his blood was leaving his face made me walk towards him and taking his phone out of his hands.
Well. Wrong move.
There she was. Covered in blood, cuts deeper than her eyes and bruises as large as my palm. Her cheek was swollen and an eye was black.
Let's just say; someone is going to die. Inexorably.
