Challenging a Cold Heart

Chapter 39: Rage

Luc's POV

"You are such a beautiful angel, my sweet Lucas. Come to daddy. Come sit on my lap." An eerie voice whispered in my head.

"No." I panted.

"Tsk. I am ashamed that a pathetic worm like you carries the Pietro name. You serve no purpose but to be a whore to men. Where is that rage in you that killed the man who tried to molest you? Why are you hiding child? Bring it out or I swear I will force it out of you...you are not going to talk is it? But you see..there's so much kicking and abuse a Pietro can tolerate before they burn everything around them to the ground." Uncle Ramos said.

Images of people whom I met in the Blood Phoenix club and their deaths in my hands ran through my mind.

"Let the child go. I beg you. If you continue, he would die." I heard a woman crying. There were men all around me and I could hardly see through whatever was covering my face.

"What? You are going to be our entertainment instead of him?" A man jeered.

"Yes. Let the boy go!" The girl said with authority.

"If it isn't for the resident pregnant nun! Your body looks ugly but you've still got a pretty face. That would do." A man said and I heard raucous laughter at that as I lost consciousness. The next time I woke up, I heard loud voices.

"Push, Catherine." I heard the oldest woman in the club tell the girl who protected me. Catherine! For some reason, she took it upon herself to protect the children in the club from being molested by the pedophilic perverts who visited the club. She was a nun who got captured by one of the perverts who saw her inside a church. They kidnapped her and brought her here. She was like an angel in the place and the first time I met her, I realized she was just like a female version of my father. I liked her but it didn't pull me out of the dark blanket of desolation that surrounded me after killing the person whom I thought could be my second father. I didn't trust adults and for that reason, no matter how hard Catherine tried to make me smile or talk, I couldn't respond to her in kind. A spark of something rekindled in my brain the moment I saw her breathing and gasping for life as she was in the labour of delivering her child. A child whose father was unknown because she slept with people to protect us from harm.

I ran over to her and looked at what was happening. Everyone in the small room was gathered around her.

"Move away, she needs space to breath." The old woman trying to deliver the child rebuked everyone. Everyone moved away except for me.

The girl was barely breathing now, her eyes closing.

"Catherine, please push. Your child would die if you don't." The old woman said but her eyes were closing. I looked at Catherine. There was some kind of frothy thing coming from her nose and I realized that she was also probably dying the way my father had.

"Boy, she loved you the most among the children. Ask her to push." The old woman told me and tears fell from my eyes. I tried to touch her head.

"Don't. There's something wrong with her throat. A bone is sticking out oddly in her throat if you move her head any other way. Those beasts didn't even spare a pregnant woman. There is no hope for her. But the baby can still live if she could push." The old woman said. I felt that go through me like molten fire running through my veins, bringing it alive after lying dormant for years.

"Catherine!" I whispered to her and her eyes fluttered at that.

"I will avenge you. They will pay for this." I told her with solemn quietness. She opened her eyes at that very slowly. I took her cold hand in mine and she tried squeezing it.