Discover Soulmate: Taisla's Wrath (On Hold)

The Plan is...

Third POV

Lorenzo had his servants drive them all the way back to their original location. The place where Lucas had grown up and every single sight reminded him of memories. Still, anything was better than Lucas being closer to Imogen, and he knew that. He feared when their next encounter could be that Lorenzo won't take it so easily.

Motioning to stop his servants opened the doors for the two men inside allowing the shiny sun to pour in along with the nice warm breeze. Lucas's unzipped his jacket, releasing his biceps to the sparkling sun.

"Florida was magical," Lorenzo smiled, staring out into the nuzzling street filled with cars and tourists.

"Yeah, everything was magical before you," Lucas sneered.

"Watch it," Lorenzo gritted his teeth. "Besides this isn't the first time we've met."

Lucas's brows creased in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head reminiscing the memories they once had. "Time will tell everything, my little nephew. Just know we had an amazing time when you were younger."

"Yeah, well I'll take your word for it," Lucas scoffed, using his left hand to shield the sun.

"Ready to get down to business?" Lorenzo asked, pulling a note from his pocket and handing it to his minion.

"My question is why I'm still stuck with you? We had our fun all year and your big plan to create a cult failed. So, shouldn't we move on?" Lucas asked, being the voice of reasoning.

"We are going to see my favorite witch," Lorenzo smirked, his eyebrows shooting up. "If anyone could help us with this little problem it would be her."

Lorenzo jumped back into the truck, leaving Lucas to stared out into the sunshine state for a few seconds longer.

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They walked into the empty bar essentially becoming Lucas's favorite place. Anywhere he could drink away his memories was where he wanted to be. There were empty circular booths on the sides with an instrument set in front. Along the other side of the wall was every hue of amber liquid in their invented bottles.

Lorenzo walked in with open arms soaking in the memories he had created in this bar. Unlike the night shift, the bar smelled like fresh cleanx probably from being freshly mopped. The little lamps around each booth were enough to light up the room.

"Looks familiar? Don't you think?" Lorenzo beamed, sliding himself to the stool in front of the bar.

Lucas's eyes were wandering around the room his mouth agape. "It does seem familiar I felt like Dad has brought me here before."

"About time you go here, I've other things scheduled you know," she said, her hand latched onto her hip.

"Taisla," Lorenzo singsong rushing over engulf the woman in a hug.

Lucas cautiously glanced over to his soulmate's mother suffocating his Uncle in her arms. Since the ritual, Taisla has gotten her hair cut leaving it just above her shoulders. Her cheekbones were sunken in yet her skin still beamed with power.

"Are you going to introduce me?" Taisla asked, shifting her gaze towards his nephew.

"This is Lucas whom you've already met," Lorenzo said, placing his hand over Lucas's shoulder.

"Ah... yes, my daughter's soulmate, right? Sucked she had to die," she snickered, causing Lucas's blood to boil.

One person he would gladly enjoy murdering would've been her. Just the thought of cutting her throat in half left him feeling relaxed. She deserved the worst for putting Imogen through the ritual. However, it hit him that his uncle hasn't mentioned anything about Imogen being alive to her.