Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

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Lucian’s boots echoed against the concrete floor as he strode into the warehouse. Every eye fell to the entrance, parting instinctively for their boss, they could feel the storm raging within him and wisely kept their distance only offering a nod of greeting.

Ace approached him, his face drawn and serious.

“He’s awake, boss,” Ace reported in a low voice, nodding toward the back where the basement was located. “The Doctor has stitched him up already, he screamed like a little bitch.” Ace scoffed.” Now he is screaming again but this time is half in agony and half in horror at the sight in there.”

“I am glad he liked my little gift.” Lucian’s voice was cold as he referred to the pictures of the dead girls Jackson had killed. “He shouldn’t strain his vocals though, he would be needing it when I start with him.” He added his voice taking a more sinister note.

Lucian raised an eyebrow. “Is Cobi here yet?”

Cobi had lost a sister to this monster so Lucian believed that he deserved to be here, to watch justice being

served for his sister.

Ace gave a curt nod. “Right outside the cell, sir. And I took the liberty of organizing a boxing match at the arena, just in case his screams carried. Even with soundproofing, extra noise won’t hurt.”

Lucian’s lips curved into the faintest smirk. He locked eyes with Ace. “Thorough, as always. Though I rather the men heard him. Let them remember what happens when you cross me, it seems like I have been too soft lately and everyone thinks they can do whatever.”

There was nothing soft about Lucian, he was still feared by most including the people who worked for him. But Lucian never misses a chance to remind them how dangerous and brutal he could be.

Ace’s expression was unreadable, he knew the kind of boss he had. Lucian was as sadistic as they come but only to people who mess with him.

If Jackson thinks that he was crazy then he hasn’t met Lucian.

Lucian turned, taking in the unusual crowd. Men and women in workout boots, some with boxing gloves on, leaned against the wall. Their faces were a mixture of anticipation and dread, they knew that whoever was down there in the basement cells would never be the same by the time Lucian was done with him.

Lucian and Ace approached the basement entrance.

The familiar narrow stairwell that Lucian has walked a thousand times led them down into the damp air, each step carrying them farther from the world above.

At the bottom, Cobi, Jordan, and two guards stood before the steel holding cell. The glass wall, normally an opaque shimmer, was now switched to a one–way window.

From outside, the horrors within were visible but Jackson could not see them. He was hanging from the

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ceiling shirtless, his gunshot wound that had actually been nicely stitched was visible, his face contorted in terror and pain as his muffled screams echoed out.

The cell walls was plastered with gruesome murals, photographs and blood–red paint over the faces of women Jackson had murdered, their bodies shown in mangled detail.

Cobi watched with a hard satisfaction, the spot where Jackson was shot was the same spot where Jackson had shot him. His jaw was set, eyes cold but internally he was grateful to Lucian.

Jordan’s posture was rigid, hand resting on his holstered pistol, the last time he was in here, he almost got his fingers chopped off by Lucian for touching Alina. Good times. The other two guards shifted uncomfortably, but did not look away.

One of them was the first to notice Lucian and Ace and he cleared his throat “Boss.” He greeted.

The rest turned their attention to Lucian, each murmuring a greeting.

“Mr. Blackwood.” Cobi nodded in respect.

Lucian nodded once, gaze never leaving Cobi’s face. “It’s going to get messy in there. Do you want to join us inside, or watch from out here?”

Cobi didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go in,” he said, voice firm. Underneath, Lucian saw a flicker of pain, he knew it was a remnant of old wounds.

He had lost his sister, Lucian couldn’t imagine what he would do if he lost Alina.

Cobi hesitated, then swallowed and added, “How’s Alina doing?”

Lucian’s eyes sharpened for just a moment, the only sign of… something softer. “She’s stable,” he said quietly. “She’s being taken care of.”

Relief flickered across Cobi’s features, quickly replaced by steely resolve. Lucian gestured to the double doors of the cell. “Shall we?”

The two guards that normally stood watch by the door pressed a button, the doors hissed before they pulled the heavy double Steele doors open.

Inside, Jackson’s head snapped toward the noise. His mouth worked over and over, no sound escaping, his throat was already saw from screaming for a long time.

He saw Lucian’s silhouette but couldn’t really see him because the only light in the room had now been directed to his hanging frame.

Lucian led the way in, followed by Cobi, Jordan, Ace, and the two guards.

The scent of sweat and blood was thick. Jackson twisted his head, but could only watch in mute terror as Lucian stepped to the center.

“You look scared,” Lucian pointed out. “You should be, because by the time I am done with you, death would be a luxury you can’t have no matter how much you beg.” Lucian’s voice was colder than the temperature in

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The room has been particularly set cold to mirror the basement that Jackaon had kept Alina in.

Lucian stood in the dim light of the torture chamber, chains clinking softly as Jackson dangled from the ceiling. The air smelled of sweat and disinfectant that was doing a poor job at covering the smell of old blood.

At Lucian’s side, Jordan and Cobi watched with uneasy expressions while to do guards that came in with them stood by the door watching the scene unfold with terrified expressions. Jackson’s body trembled mid–air, every inch of his frame quivering in terror.

The air was thick with tension.

Without a word, Lucian stepped toward the stainless–steel table where his row of tools glinted under the single overhead bulb. He selected a pair of sleek black leather gloves first, pulling them on with a precise, practiced motion.

Jordan’s breath hitched, those gloves meant Lucian intended to deliver pain directly, without hesitation.

Lucian then reached for a long, curved hook. Jordan’s skin crawled, he recognized the object instantly. It was the same implement Lucian had wielded and almost took Jordan’s fingers with it months ago in this very room. The memory of that afternoon still made Jordan’s heart pound with terror.

Lucian turned, hook in hand, his cold hazel eyes fixed on Jackson. The man’s face was streaked with grime, eyes wild.

At a last attempt to save himself, Jackson resorted to threatens.

Jackson tried to find words. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with…my cousin… he’ll…he’ll come for you, he won’t let you go if you hurt me. He’ll kill you, you fucker-” His threat dissolved into a hoarse whisper.

Lucian’s lips curved into a thin, cruel smile. “Oh? You mean this cousin?” He snapped his fingers.

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