Chapter 5 Taken Away

Evelyn’s POV

“Let me go! I will call the cops on you if you don’t loosen your grip on me!” I threatened. But as the devil that he is, he was not moved.

My voice grew weak into a plea. “Sir, can we talk this out? I can do any other thing that you want from me, please don’t take me away with you.”

Lorenzo stopped midway, his men pausing at once. “It is so shocking that you could actually beg like this. But the bad news is that Lucifer does not listen to a pleading voice without asking for something in return.”

I shifted a bit from him, his hands still glued around my wrist. “What will it take for you to spare my life?” My tone came out as a whisper, tilting my head slightly.

“I told you, you will get to know everything when you come with me.”

I pulled away from him as if he was some kind of disease. “No! I can never go anywhere with you.”

He narrowed his head, hands holding firm around his waist now. “Playing stubborn again, huh?”

I rolled my eyes before I could stop it, breathing like a baby dragon, the ounce to fight the three men displaying in my head.

But how could I do such a thing?

They have guns with them, and what do I have?

Nothing!

I shifted again from him. My legs stepped away one after the other, calculating how possible it would be to run away without them catching me.

Before I could take the fifth step, his voice stopped me. “Enough of the games now!”

My ankle weakened, unable to move.

How foolish could I be?

How on earth could I possibly think that if I tried to run they would not be able to get to me? Besides, Lorenzo could easily use his black magic to make me freeze or turn me into something else….a bird, a monkey, or just make me disappear from this earth.

The thought of it only made my heart skip.

I gently went to where he stood. “Please… don’t kill me.”

He growled. “I would only kill you if you don’t give me back what you stole from me.”

What I stole from him?

How? And when?

He did not even let me think again and cupped me like I weighed nothing, leading me to God knows where.

His hands pressed so tight beneath my ass, my head dropped over his back as I took no chance in sparing him by continuously hitting him.

“Somebody help!” I screamed.

Not once, not twice. But all of it was useless.

That was when I knew there was no way out.

Throughout the ride my head was outside the car window. I did not blink or look at him until we got to a large estate. It was the kind that speaks luxury, somewhere I had never dreamed I would ever be.

His mansion looked so big that one would mistake him for a drug dealer.

When we pulled over, Lorenzo came down first, turned to my door side which one of his men had already opened. He did not let me walk by myself.

He carried me until we got into a dark room before he threw me on the king’s bed, making my back sink into the soft mattress.

“Now what?” I sneered. “So you bring me to your place to help solve your problems?”

He paced restlessly around the room. “Shut the fuck up!” He slammed his hand on the wall, which made me flinch.

I laughed sorrowfully, almost to a sob. “What did I do to deserve your humiliation?” I dragged myself out from the bed until I was sitting at the edge. “First you stormed into a hospital and threatened people that came to save their lives, you killed a nurse, made me touch your cock, and now you are forcing me to come live with you?”

He shut me with a dark glare enough to stop me from talking, but I was not ready to stop.

“Talking of who should be making a demand here, I’m the one that should be doing that!” I continued, not minding how my words will make him feel.

He came forward to me, one step at a time. “What are you trying to say?”

I fumed, my fingers biting into my palms. “Ohh, stop with the pretense. I knew it… I knew you were the one that killed my family. I saw you that day. I was young, but I could still remember the face of the man that just crushed my family to death with the black magic that came from the tip of his fingers.”

Lorenzo ran his hand down his face, the sound that came from the grinding of his teeth echoing through the room that I could barely hear the click from the wall clock.

“I don’t kill people.”

“Oh, so how do you explain what happened to my family?”

He exhaled roughly. “I only take lives.”

God, it was as if I was going mad.

I glanced at him, unsure of the next word that would come out from me. “How is that different from what I just said?”

He turned away from me, walking to the window view. “If you are sure that you saw me do such a thing then one of them must have asked for it.”

My breath became heavier.

I did not talk. I did not move.

“When people come to me for a favour they pay a price with their lives.” He began to walk back to me. “The devil doesn’t give without asking for something in return, you know?”

“Liar!”

“There is no way any member of my family could demand anything from the devil.”

He stood amused. “People could be desperate and greedy, you can never tell how far they’ll go for the things they beg the heavens for.

“And so what?” I went close to him. “You decided to kill them as a prize for your greedy reasons?”

“You are a fucking murderer, Lorenzo Scofield!”

“That’s enough!” He raised his hand, shutting me up. His muscles recoiled, nose flaring like he would bury me alive if I made another funny move.

Then his harsh breath lingered above the air, voice stern but a little bit calm.

“If I were you the only thing I would be thinking about right now is why I brought you here.”

“Why did you… bring me here?” I found myself asking immediately.

He whipped off the heat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I need you to undo whatever you did to me at the hospital. Right here… Right now!”

My brain spiraled, trying to figure out what he meant.

“Now!” He fired.

I flinched, panic taking over my body again. "How.... how am I supposed to do that?" My voice cracked, fragile and trembling.

His lips curled into a snarl, grinding his molar together.

I watched him walk to the bed until he was seated. He fell back slightly, fingers dug into the sheets while he threw his legs apart like he was in a goddamn cinema.

“I want you to pull out my cock… stroke me like you did the first time. Until my power is back.”