KING OF THE UNDERWORLD: Lucien and Scarlett (Earthbound Series Book 1)
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‘’She kindly told me where your money was. She gave me everything I needed to know,’’ I told him as I toss the phone over to Damien. ‘’and she wants you to fucking suffer,’’
I’d put the word out about his dirty addiction and that if he approached anyone for a loan that they refuse him. Even fucking criminals must draw the line somewhere. Now nobody wants to associate with him. Doing what he does has made Marshal the lowest of the low. No one dare do this on my turf, I’d put a stop to it years ago, yeah, I wasn’t perfect, but I was no kiddie fiddler. If I did find someone, then their time was limited on this earth. I turn back to the toolbox and once I pick out the piece I’m going to use, I turn and face the little shit. He’s bright red in the face and hyperventilating. I start humming, as if I haven’t a care in the world, as I make my way back to him, careful not to step in any of the piss and shit. Squatting down in front of him, I push his limp dick to one side and grab hold of his hairy balls, pulling them up and towards me. He squeals like the dirty fucking pig he is.
When will people learn you don’t fuck with me, they know who runs the show, who owns this fucking city. It’s been like this for years, but some just don’t listen. I wrap the thin wire around his balls and start to twist. I then latch the pliers onto the twisted wire and begin turning. His screams get louder the more I twist. His balls bulge and start to turn a dark, deep purple.
I stood up ‘’someone will be in each day to give it a twist or two,’’ I grin at him, slapping his face as I step away and walk over to the toolbox. Tossing the pliers into the box, ‘’you do realise that eventually your balls are going to drip off,’’ I tell him with a sick laugh, as he screams and cries begging me to give him another chance, that I’ve got the wrong man that he’s not into little girls, as I stand there washing up at the sink ‘’Now Damien here, well I can’t promise that at some point he won’t cut off your dick and feed it to you,’’ once I got the sick fuckers shit off my hands, I grab my jacket and walk out the doors I’d walked through not an hour before, I could hear Damien’s wild laughter as he walked out close behind me. Crazy bastard.
I rolled my shoulders; fuck I was tense. I need to release some tension and I know there is one particular red-haired witch that I’ve been avoiding and that can help me with that problem. I’m done with denying myself the taste and feel of her sweet little body and then there was the news that she’d revealed. I wanted to know, how long they had been living on my doorstep and how the fuck they had gone so long without being found. There were so many answers I wanted answered and I wanted to know yesterday.
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Later that day
Fuck, this wasn’t how I’d pictured spending the rest of my evening. I still needed to release the pressure that had built up, it was just waiting to explode and if I didn’t find a release soon then all hell would break lose. I could feel my demon trying to claw himself free and it wouldn’t take much for that to happen.
Aria was causing all kind of fucking problems. Just as I was going to go to see Scarlett, I’d gotten word that she had attacked one of the women who worked for me. Alison had been with for me for years. A single mother with two young children. Damien had that look in his eyes that said, when are you are going to deal with her? I knew she was getting worse as each day went by. I knew Damien amongst a handful of people who I trusted, were questioning my logic of allowing her to even stay here, let alone visit, but I just couldn’t push her to one side. Not yet, I needed more proof. We had arrived at her rooms to complete devastation, thank fuck Alison had been rushed to my own personal Physician on my orders. The furniture had been turned over, the floor and walls covered in Alison’s blood. I’d been informed about the state she’d been in when my men had found her. One of her arms and legs had been twisted. Her own Blood had matted her hair where her head had been hit off the floor repeatedly. How had she survived the attack? Fuck that alone was something, and it showed how strong she was. Once she was released, I’d make sure she was well cared for. In the meantime, her children had been placed in capable hands.
Upon seeing the devastation, I had fought to keep my temper. I had seen a lot of death in my long life and in those years, I had taken many, but to hurt someone for no good reason. It didn’t sit well with me. I was many things. But this wasn’t something I’d even do. Sick bitch. When I had demanded the reason why, the fucking answer she had told me wasn’t good enough, if it had been anyone else, I would have killed them on the spot. Telling me that Alison had looked at her the wrong way, fucking hell her reasoning just wasn’t good enough. Then she’d started raging about Scarlett, saying she knew that I didn’t intend to share her, that I had no intentions of killing her or any of the witches. The words had kept spewing out of her mouth. One-minute raging about Alison, then Scarlett and her family. The threats and demands had just kept on coming. It was as if she hadn’t just attacked an innocent, for no good reason. A woman who was loyal to me and had been for fucking years. It was as if she couldn’t see the blood or the woman she had attacked. That she had just nearly killed someone, for no good reason, that there wasn’t blood splattered everywhere, even some lying at her feet. Thank fuck, Alison wasn’t human, or she would have had been lying dead when my men had walked into what was happening. It had been Alison’s voice travelling down the corridor that had alerted the men that something was wrong, her yelling rapidly turning to screams. They had notified me immediately to what was going on, causing me and Damien to rush to the seen.
I had eventually appeased Aria. Calming her down had been my main priority, along with getting Alison out of a dire situation. Aria had still been muttering about her under her breath, while I stood there in front of her. Alison would need a lot of time to heal and I would make sure her, and her family were taken care of. Aria had slowly calmed down as I told her half-truths. Murmuring softly in her ear. Letting Damien deal with the team as they arrived for the clean-up. I couldn’t let this happen again; she was a loose wire; someone I couldn’t fully trust anymore. Hurting a member of my staff or anyone who was under my protection, couldn’t be left unpunished. I couldn’t ban her from coming here. She wouldn’t listen anyway. I needed to keep a closer eye on her, have her followed, especially once she left here. I needed to know what she was up to and who she was in contact with.
Damien stared over to where I stood with Aria in my arms, rage burning in his eyes. He personally knew Alison; it was through him that I had given her the job. He had known her mate. I could tell he was doing everything to hold back the anger that was radiating from him in bounds, seeping out of his pores. His demon was just under his skin, he was so close to the surface, I could see its shimmering dark purple scales. It was fighting him to come out. I knew that he wouldn’t forget, he wouldn’t let it go. I didn’t blame him. I knew she had crossed a line that at some point he’d make her pay for and I knew if I didn’t deal with her, then it was only a matter of time that Damien would take matters into his own hands. Before that happened, I had to find out who her little nark was.
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DAMIEN
I didn’t know what the hell was going on with Lucien, his fucking head was all over the bloody place ever since the witch had come on the scene. It came as a huge surprise to find out that witches were on our own doorstep. How long they’d been there, was still a mystery. The witches of old had been unstable. They hadn’t been able to control their powers and they had been aggressive, violet and they would attack without due cause. Lucien had a particular bad history with them. We thought that they had become extinct, none had been seen or heard of for generations. We thought wrong. Though I hated to admit it, this new witch seemed different, but how different, only time would tell. I knew she was holding something back; I had no problem in smelling the witch. Underneath that, there was something lingering, as if it were asleep, waiting to be awakened, as it were. I knew Lucien without a doubt could sense the witch in her, I couldn’t understand this attraction he felt towards her
. Sure, she was beautiful in the next-door type of way, she didn’t match the normal females he’d usually go for. I would find out what the fuck was going on with her, something just didn’t sit right and until Lucien got his head out of his ass it looked like it would be down to me. Then there was that whore Aria, I had always hidden my feelings from the cunt …… until now. Lucien was a different matter; she’d been in my life for centuries. My loyalty to Lucien had stopped me in the past in doing anything to her. She was a nasty bitch, from day one when I had met her, I had known she was a ……. Crazy bitch. The Crazy wasn’t the problem per say, there was many out there naturals and humans that you’d call crazy, but were basically harmless. Her crazy was on a completely different level. I could see what he saw in her. She was his type; unlike the witch he’d taken an unhealthy liking to. Aria’s beauty was skin deep, underneath the surface she was malicious. Over time she had gotten worse. I didn’t trust her, never had done. She was unstable. She went ape shit if Lucien became what she referred to as to friendly it didn’t matter whether they were female or a male. She went shit bat crazy. I’d witnessed it many times over the years. Lucien normally kept her under a certain amount of control. This time she’d taken it a step to far. This attack hadn’t anything to do with any sort of attraction Lucien or Alison might have held for each other. Lucien had known her nearly the same time as myself. Aria knew that there wasn’t anything between them and never had been. Now she had nearly killed someone I cared for. Alison was an old friend of mine. I had known her mate; I knew her two children. Did Lucien think I could once again turn a blind eye? That I shouldn’t retaliate? It was too late for that. The bitch would get what’s coming to her. My demon was crawling around inside me, pushing me to let him out. I could feel him close to the surface his dark purple scales pushing up, digging, and tearing into my flesh causing my skin to become translucent enabling you to see the beast beneath my skin. I knew Lucien could see my demon, my beast was trying its hardest to rise to the surface, doing its hardest to get out. He was pissed off that I wouldn’t let him. I could feel his anger amongst the power he wielded. That fact that I kept smacking him down, just managing to keep him under control kept his fury burning like a scorching fire. I watched as it appeared Lucien was comforting her as he pulled her into his arms. I witnessed the sick smug self-satisfied smile play over her face as he pulled her into his arms. She thought she had gotten off with hurting Alison.
She was wrong.
I’d have my revenge at some point.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THREE DAYS LATER
SCARLETT
I honestly didn't expect Lucien to turn up to show me around the club, part of me hated to admit that I was hoping to see him again. It shouldn't have bothered me that he hadn't sought me out, but silly bloody me, it did.
I was drawn to him like a firefly was to a flame, I had never been as attracted to any other man and that terrified me. He scared me in ways that I didn't want to acknowledge or admit to; the power he possessed radiated off him in waves. The witch and omega wanted to tease him, tempt him into temptation, the sane part of me, the human element was shouting out no don't do it, stay the hell away.
I did not listen. I should have.
I haven't seen him for three days, I hated to admit that it was driving me insane. Not only was I wondering if there were any updates on Megan, but what he was doing. It was just mad the way my thoughts and feelings were driving me. Alex wasn't much help; I'd questioned him on the matter and on more than one occasion. All I got from him was its in hand or once Lucien knows something, I'm sure he'll tell you. I felt that things were being hidden from me, that I was being kept in the dark. The easiness I was displaying was fake, and it wasn't going to last much longer, I was at the end of my tether. It was coming to the point where I had had enough. I had a temper, one I kept at bay. But the walls I always managed to stay in place were crumbling away. My anger was starting to get the better of me, and it was on the blink of exploding. I wanted an update on what was happening, and if I didn't get the clarification I wanted, then shit was going to hit the fan. I'd known he was in the building somewhere. The place was so huge that I hadn't even managed to see him in the flesh. The reason I could tell he was still in the building as if I touched an object he'd touched, then I could see an image of him.
Some of the images hadn't been pleasant; I'd seen him on several occasions with that crazy bitch that he seemed to be attached to and other females. As well as having heated conversations with other males.
I didn't want to think about any of the women, it just showed what I had already thought. The conversations he'd been having with the men I'd seen him with. I couldn't make out what they had been saying, from the look on all their faces, they hadn't been too happy. Lucien, at one point, had thrown a chair across one of the rooms. I'd seen Damien, who I'd recently learned, was his second in command. He'd been trying to calm him down, holding him back from whom or what I hadn't been able to see. The image hadn't given me that much information. I hated to admit it but seeing him get so rifled up had twisted my stomach in knots. I must admit it had been a site to see. I had that horrible sick feeling it was party to do with Megan, the others who'd also gone missing. I knew it deep down in my gut. The anger I had felt though that vision had been genuine.
Here I sat in my room, looking out the window as the day passed, ignoring my family's calls. I sat there waiting for Alex to appear, as I knew he would. He'd come every day at roughly the same time. I had decided that I was going to demand that I see Lucien, and if I didn't get anywhere, then I had no choice than to leave. It wouldn't be too hard opening a portal. I'd be gone in minutes as if I'd never been here.
Later that evening came the usual knock on my door, Alex opens the door after I called out for him to come in. The smile he had fell from his face upon seeing the frown that was written across my own.
I heard the sign as he sat opposite me, "what's wrong?" he inquired, meeting my eyes as he lent back into the cream chair, stretching out his long, lean legs.
"Wrong?" I laughed, raising my eyebrows, is he for real "what could be possibly wrong?" I replied sarcastically, running my fingers through my red hair.
"Scarlett, I know, things are hard………" he began, trying to pacify me without success.
"Hard……..." I whispered, feeling like I was going around in circles. I felt like pulling out my hair out I was that pissed off. I lowered my head into my hands, closing my eyes. This was so fucked up, time was wasting I didn't know what was bloody happening I hadn't been kept informed as that dick head of a male had told me he would and I was ready to hit someone or something.
I realised I must have said the last part out loud as I heard Alex laugh, which he tried to cover with a cough. Did he think I was joking, I thought, as my body started to shake in anger. I didn't honestly give a shit. Lifting my head and dropping my hands, I stood up. Raising my finger, my body shaking in a temper, I could fill my face start to redden in temper. I was reaching the point of no return. I stood there in front of him my finger now pointed at him
"Alex, I like you, and for a shifter you're ok, and I even like you as a friend. So as a friend, I can overlook certain things, and I don’t know, maybe you don't realise how serious this is, but I am not fucking joking I don't find this funny in any shape or form. My sister…" my voice breaks, no, that's wrong. I won't show my weakness, not for anyone. I lowered my arm, dropping it to my side, taking a deep breath I carried on as if I'd never faltered "Our sister is missing, other people not only human but other supernatural’s are disappearing. So you tell your dick of a boss I want an update, or I'm going to really lose my shit." I glopped in deep breaths trying to calm myself down I knew it wasn't his fault it was that bloody idiotic of a boss of his and no matter how much I found myself attracted to him, how my body tingled in reaction every time I thought or saw him. My family came first.
Alex stood up from the chair meeting my gaze the smile wiped off his face.
As if for the very first time, he really sees 'me.' His eyes filled full of what looked like remorse or regret. I knew something was wrong. What I didn't know, but I had every intention in finding out. "you tell him I want to see him now otherwise I'm leaving" I held up my hand as he opened his mouth before he could even utter a single word I carried on "Don't think I can't leave. That any of you can stop me, because let me reassure you none of you can."
I could tell he didn't believe me. I didn't care. They thought I was just a stupid useless witch who didn't have much weight behind me. That my powers weren't much to worry about. Though they knew that the witches of old had been powerful. I had no intention of telling them otherwise, not yet. We were one of the last few of the original witches. Yes, our blood had become somewhat diluted over the years due to the mating with humans and not just any kind of human. Many did not realise that at one time, there had been two different branches of humans. One branch was what we'd class as 'normal humans' and other branches well, they had certain traits. The scientists of our coven had realised that to keep us safe and make us stronger, we had to mate with those humans who had these traits in their DNA. It was a way to help us control the witch in us. For we had become so dangerous, we were being attacked and killed. The leaders of our coven decided we had to start mixing and mating with humans. Not all had agreed. The new law that our leaders had put in place had caused some to rebel and refused to acknowledge it. It had caused a split, and due to that split, there were still pure-blood witches out there. Witches who you'd class as dark being that their magic was dark. They had little or no human blood in them. We intended to avoid them as much as they did us. That hadn't always been the case. They were the reason why many of us had been killed or attacked all those years ago and why we had gone into hiding and yes breeding with humans. It didn't take the scientists to figure out the benefits of doing so. We were more robust than full blood witches and had we had compassion, full bloods didn't. The few dark witches who had some human blood were slightly different, and the full bloods tended to treat them differently. We all tried to avoid each other as much as possible it was the only way for us to survive. Some of us had also mated with Supernatural’s.