Chapter 113: Tell Me, Where Is My Brother Lucas?

Darkness surrounded everything, as if there was no light in the room. The only sound that could be heard was the slow, labored breathing of someone who was tied up and unable to move. There was a faint scent of blood lingering in the air, mixed with the dampness of the stone walls.

The darkness was so oppressive that it seemed like a living entity, slowly seeping into every pore of the body. It was almost suffocating, making it hard to breathe. The silence was deafening, and it was impossible to tell how long one had been in this state of isolation.

There were chains on the wall, rusted from years of neglect. They clinked softly when someone struggled against them. In the shadows, there was a hint of movement as someone tried to break free. But their efforts were futile, as they were too weak to even lift their head.

Suddenly, a sliver of light appeared as a door opened. A figure stood in the doorway, tall and imposing. Their features were obscured by the darkness, but their eyes shone with a bright and terrible malice. They stepped forward, revealing themselves as a man who looked to be in his forties. His hair was graying at the temples, and he had a beard that reached down to his chest.

He had a scar on his face that ran from the corner of his mouth all the way up to his ear, giving him a sinister appearance. His body was muscular and powerful, radiating an aura of strength and dominance. He was dressed in all black, adding to the ominousness of his presence. The chains rattled as the person in the corner shrank back, trying to escape the menacing figure before them.

The man took another step closer, a smirk appearing on his face as he savored the fear emanating from the prisoner. As if sensing their despair, he moved faster than humanly possible, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His hand shot out, grabbing the prisoner by the throat and lifting them off the ground.

He tightened his grip, cutting off their air supply and making them gasp for breath. With their heads close together, he could sense their fear. It was intoxicating, sending a rush of pleasure through his body.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

The prisoner tried to speak, but only managed to choke out incoherent sounds.

"You're here because you're guilty," the man said, his tone dripping with venom. "You're here because you were the last person who saw my little brother Lucas. You're here because I think you know something about his disappearance."

With that, he dropped the prisoner back onto the floor and began to pace around the room, letting out a deep sigh. He stopped and stared at the wall for a long moment, lost in thought.

After a few moments, the man turned to face the prisoner once again. His eyes were dark and full of rage, burning with the desire for vengeance. He clenched his fists tightly, his muscles tensing as he fought to control his emotions.

"Tell me what happened that night," he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to know everything. And if you lie to me...I'll know. So don't even think about it. Understand?"

The prisoner nodded, not daring to say anything else.

"Good. Now start talking. And if you try to leave anything out, you'll regret it."

As soon as he said those words, the man clenched his hold so tightly that he crushed the prisoner's throat in his hand. Their eyes rolled back in their head and they stopped moving.

They hung there limp as he held them up by the throat, staring at their lifeless body.

The prisoner was none other than Mike, Maria's husband, who had given her up to Lucas in exchange for money.

When Mike started gambling, he did it because he needed money. However, he never expected to get so deep into debt that he would have to make a deal with the devil to get out.

Mike and his wife, Maria, used to be so happy together. He loved her more than anything, but as he lost more and more money, his gambling addiction got worse. Now, he lost his life at the hands of the devil, Vince, Lucas' older brother.

Vince, on the other hand, looked down at the lifeless body of Mike, who had been his last hope at finding his brother, and frowned. He let the body fall to the floor, the sound echoing around the cell.

Vince turned and walked away, the sound of his footsteps fading away until all was silent once again. The only evidence of his presence was the dead body on the ground and the dark red blood that stained the stone walls.

With no one left to ask questions, Vince was no closer to discovering the fate of his brother than he had been before. All he knew was that he had been the last person his brother had been with before his disappearance, and now he was gone. Vince had a lot of enemies, and if one of them had gotten to his brother, he would make sure they paid for it in blood.

Now, the only remaining clue is that woman, Maria, Mike's wife. She was the one whom Mike gave to Lucas and the last person who was with his brother.

However, she has also disappeared.

But Vince wouldn't stop searching. He would find her, and he would get the answers he was looking for. Even if he had to use the entire gang to do it.

His brother was the only thing that mattered to him now.

No matter the cost.

Vince closed the door behind him, leaving the prison cell behind. The darkness enveloped him like a cloak as he walked down the empty hallway. His thoughts were filled with images of his brother and the pain of his disappearance. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before, and it was almost overwhelming.

He shook his head and forced himself to focus on the present. He had a job to do. He knew he would have to keep a tight lid on his emotions if he was going to find his brother.

His brother was all he had left. His parents had died when he was young, and he had spent his entire childhood taking care of his brother while building the gang to survive this cruel world. Vince had always protected and looked out for Lucas, just like his own life.