His Possession

Chapter Twenty-Five:

LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW

I haven't heard anymore news from my father, and I was going to take that as a good sign. Neither have I heard anything from my men, which was also good news. I knew that the trade and event was coming up soon, and I needed to be prepared.

I removed my glasses from my sore eyes and leaned back against my chair. Where was that damned food? I cursed mentally, feeling the rumble in my stomach.

I had begun to sober up right after what had happened with Emily. I'm sure that she was in as much shock as I was, and I felt horrible for some odd reason. I shouldn't feel this way, it should mean nothing to me. But nonetheless, I could not control my racing thoughts. They jumbled through my head like a tornado, making me feel dizzy and disoriented.

I found myself letting out a deep breath. I felt the headache pound against my temples, and it felt like my brain was going to implode at any second.

I frail knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts and made me cringe, my headache growing stronger by the second.

"Come in." I muttered deeply, feeling a sense of happiness at the thought of food.

One of the cooks, a small round man stepped into my office. His balding head shining as he scratched it thoughtfully. He cautiously shut the door behind him with his foot, holding onto two trays. Two trays? I mentally groaned. I wanted Emily's food brought to her first, I thought I told them that. I locked my eyes onto his.

"I thought I told you to bring Emily her food first?" My eyes watches his frantically look around the room, not wanting to make eye contact with me it seemed. "You people need to clear out your ears and listen to m-" I was about to finish my sentence, only to be cut off shakily by the man standing in front of me.

"I did go to her room, Sir." He stuttered as he walked up to my desk, placing the tray of food in front of me. His eyes flicked back up to mine and I narrowed them dangerously.

"What do you mean? Why did you not give her the food? Did she refuse you?" I felt myself hounding the poor man with questions, earning an even more frightened look from him.

He took a step back from my desk, "She wasn't in there, Sir."

A rush of anger suddenly flowed through me. I stood up from my chair in a rush, causing the man to stumble back in fear. I stalked towards the door, pushing the man out of my way and storming through the halls with heavy steps.

I slammed opened Emily's door once I reached it, feeling myself flush when I noticed she wasn't in there. I stomped over to the closet, checking every inch to see if she was in there. She wasn't. I checked the bathroom next, searching high and low for her. She wasn't in there either. I stormed out of the room in a rush, darting down the stairs in a fury of rage.

I noticed Tyler and a few other of my men sitting at the large dining room table. They were eating and chatting away. I could hear their laughter from the bottom of the stairs.

I felt myself fly over to them faster than I have ever moved.

They all seemed to look up at me in the same moment, clearly knowing something was wrong with the angry expression that was glued onto my face.

"What is it-" Tyler spoke up, his eyes showing concern.

I strode in front of the table, resting my palms against it and catching my breath. "Emily. She's gone. She's not in her room. Find out where she went and tell me immediately. If she escapes, you're all dead." I hissed in anger. Beads of panic sweat were gathering up on my forehead, leaving it slick with it.