Chapter 220 - I'll Spare Your Life

Opening the door Lucifer's heart leapt through his mouth, his breathing turned erratic as he entered the suite with a foreboding feeling. With a tight clenched fist he looked at the floor with popped out eyes.

There was blood on the floor. The crimson color covering the rug was calling out to him, frightening and oddly familiar.

He saw flashes of Mia's pained shrieks and pallid face in front of him, his breathing quickened thinking about an injured Callista. He doesn't wish for her to have the same fate as his beloved sister.

"Please be safe, Cali..", he mumbled inwardly taking deep breaths to calm his raging emotions.

Warily dragging his shivering feet into the bedroom Lucifer felt cold sweat on his back, his face turned red with a burst of raw anger and thirst for blood.

A strong-built man in black was trying to bound Callista's hands and legs with white sturdy looking ropes. There was a glaring red gash on her forehead with fresh blood seeping out, her eyes were shut tight and she seemed to be woozy.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?", his grave voice echoing in the otherwise silent room with only soft rustling noise.

"Ah!", the man paled when faced with Lucifer's dark, eerily terrifying gaze. His fingers shaking as he pulled the rope to tie a knot and secure Callista's legs.

Before he could say anything, another man taller than the other appeared behind Lucifer and hit his back with a pole. It was a mid-size metal pole. The impact resulted in him slightly jerking his body along with a bruise. It was painful but bearable.

Lucifer clenched his jaw, his teeth chattering as he turned around to face the imbecile who had unfairly attacked him. He wanted to smack him to pieces till his brain fell out of his head through his ears. His eyes red.

His deep, penetrating gaze aroused an ominous feeling of fear in the tall man who hit Lucifer. The pole in his hands fell with a soft clank, a sneer escaped Lucifer's lips. He recalled having seen their faces somewhere.

"Who sent you here? Answer me and I'll spare your life..", his threat sounded more like a lifeline to them.

They wanted to accede. However, their boss was stricter. He wouldn't budge killing them on spot unlike this gracious man who looked like a devil from hell. Completely contrasting his words and image.

Lucifer was ready for anything. He wouldn't mind fighting them or using them by twisting their arm. He could see their judging gaze and scoffed inwardly. Such traitorous bunch!

They dropped on the floor and straight onto his feet, kneeling down and asking for mercy. His eyes glimmering in the dimly lit room was a breathtaking sight, his vague features were lit with a subtle smile.

"My name is short guy, this is my brother tall guy. We were ordered to tail this woman from Y Country to B City, our boss asked us to kidnap her and keep her hidden until the charity seminar. We don't know anything else, we are innocent..', he started sobbing.

"I want you to carry on with your plans, do exactly as your boss asked you to do. However, you're not allowed to hurt her.. Take her to a hospital and dress her wounds, give her adequate meals and take care of her until the seminar or else.. I'd need to take care of you two!", his instructions, precise and clear. Dumbstruck by his words they nodded their heads in unison.

They couldn't understand why he'd rather go with their original plan than sabotage it to his benefit. This man sure is peculiar!

"Where's her phone?", he asked with an alarming tone, they shuddered slightly before exchanging glances.

Is it really okay to listen to him? This man seems scarier than our demon boss!! The same thoughts running in both their heads as they stood glancing at each other's sorry faces. Anyway, it's too late to back out now.

"Phone..", one of them opened his mouth when Lucifer's phone chimed, he followed his gaze with a horror filled expression.

Lucifer's eyes darkened and his entire aura turned chilly. It was a text message from Callista. He looked at the pale faced Callista lying on the bed almost lifeless, anger blazed in his gray eyes hardening them.

"Scram!", he raised his low voice to a certain degree that resembled a growling lion, enraged and ferocious.

He looked at the message on his phone screen. His slender fingers clenching the lifeless cellphone in his palm until his fingers turned white.

"I'm at the hotel room now, too tired to even lift a finger. Going to sleep, see you tomorrow!"

Short guy and tall guy hurriedly untied Callista and carefully carried her body out of the hotel from the back exit.

They didn't waste a second and drove to a small clinic to treat Callista's wounds. She had suffered a mild concussion from the injury on her head and was currently unconscious.

Heaving a sigh in relief they were about to abandon Callista in the dingy hospital room when the door was pushed open by a pair of muscular hands. It was Adrian standing at the door like the god of death.

"We.. We were going to get medicine's!", they stuttered in guilt, his expression turned colder than the winter showers and chilly wind. He snapped his finger and a group of six men strode in.

Short guy and tall guy gulped, their palms clammy with sweat while hearts racing hundred miles per second. They were picked up and thrown inside a black room meant for torture. Whereas Callista was transferred to the safehouse with an appointed doctor and nurse to look after her.

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Present

The spectacular blue Bentley whizzed past the dark roads and dimmed streets before arriving in front of a quiet house. A beeline of bodyguards were stationed outside and inside.

The weird sight complimenting it's name as the safehouse.

Adrian slammed the brakes hard, the car came to a halt with a sharp screeching sound. Lucifer opened the door and ran inside the house with haste. Adrian hurriedly parked the car and followed suit.