Lucas’s fury erupted the moment the door slammed shut behind them.
The sound echoed through the private suite like a gunshot.
“What kind of useless trash did I hire?” he roared, grabbing the nearest man by the collar and slamming him hard against the wall. “Three of you–and you couldn’t even deal with one man?”
The goon groaned as his head struck the marble, blood trickling from his temple. The others stiffened, fear flashing across their faces, but none dared move.
“Answer me!” Lucas snarled, fist still clenched. “I paid you to erase a problem, not create a bigger one.”
“Boss–boss, please,” one of them stammered, dropping to his knees. “It’s not like that. Everything was arranged. We already met the doctor.”
Lucas froze.
Slowly, he loosened his grip and turned, eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?”
The man swallowed. “The doctor agreed. He was supposed to call this morning. The woman… she was meant to die from complications. Internal injuries. Improper treatment. Everything would point back to the accident–and to him.”
Another goon nodded quickly. “We planned it before that martial freak interfered. Before he even showed up at the hospital.”
Lucas’s jaw tightened. “And yet she’s still alive.”
“For now,” the kneeling man said quickly. “But the doctor-”
“The doctor hasn’t called,” Lucas snapped, voice low and lethal. “Do you know what that means?”
Silence.
Lucas stepped away, dragging a hand through his hair, forcing himself to breathe. He was already on edge–too many variables, too many eyes watching him after the duel. But this? This was sloppiness. And sloppiness got people buried.
“I already informed the police,” Lucas said coldly, turning back to them. “They’re waiting. All they need is confirmation. Once that happens, Adrian won’t walk free again.”
The goons exchanged glances, unease creeping in.
“That better still be the plan,” Lucas continued. “Because if this fails, I don’t just lose face–I lose everything.”
He moved to the window, staring out at the city, fists clenched. For a moment, it looked like he might explode again. Then he straightened, schooling his expression back into control.
“Call the doctor,” he said without turning around. “Now.”
One of the men scrambled to pull out his phone. He dialed quickly, pressing it to his ear. The line rang once. Twice. Three tunes.
No answer.
He tried again.
Nothing.
Lucas turned slowly, his eyes dangerous. “Give it to me.”
The phone trembled as it was handed over. Lucas pressed it to his ear, listening. Straight to voicemail.
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His lips curled into a thin smile that held no humor.
“This is bad,” he murmured.
Another goon tried to speak. “Maybe he’s busy-”
Lucas spun, backhanding him so hard the man hit the floor. “Busy doesn’t ignore calls when his career is on the line.”
The room went silent again, fear thick enough to choke on.
Just then, the phone rang.
Everyone froze.
Lucas glanced at the screen–unknown number–and answered instantly. “Talk.”
The voice on the other end was shaking with fury. “Do not contact me again.”
Lucas stiffened.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” the doctor continued, voice low but sharp, “but if you or your people come anywhere near me again, I will personally file reports, expose everything, and have you all investigated.”
Lucas’s smile vanished. “You’re forgetting our agreement.”
“There is no agreement,” the doctor snapped. “You think I didn’t notice how much you knew about me? My research? My applications? That doesn’t scare me anymore. It terrifies me. And I want no part of it.”
“Doctor-”
“Stay away from me,” the man said, voice hardening. “If I see any of you again, I will destroy you with the law. This call is your only warning.”
The line went dead.
Lucas stared at the phone for a long moment before slowly lowering it.
The air in the room felt heavier, charged with impending violence.
One of the goons swallowed hard. “Boss… maybe we should lay low-”
Lucas laughed.
It was a soft laugh at first, almost calm. Then it grew sharper, colder, until it cut through the room like broken glass.
“You think this ends here?” he asked quietly. “You think I’ll just accept this?”
He turned to them, eyes blazing, “I want my money back.”
The goons froze.
“O–or we can fix this,” one of them blurted out, dropping fully to his knees. “Please, Boss. Give us another chance.”
Another followed, then another, until all of them were kneeling, “We’ll handle it ourselves. We’ll make it look clean.”
Lucas looked down at them, disgust etched across his face.
“You had one job,” he said. “One. And now you’re begging.”
“We won’t fail again,” one pleaded. “We swear.”
Lucas crouched in front of him, gripping his chin hard enough to bruise. “If you tail again,” he whispered, “there won’t be police. There won’t be courts. I’ll make sure your families disappear first, so you understand exactly what consequences mean.”
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The man nodded frantically, tears welling. “We understand. We do.”
Lucas released him and stood. “Then get out.”
They scrambled to their feet, tripping over each other as they rushed toward the door.
“And remember,” Lucas added calmly, “this time, you don’t get paid for effort. You get paid for results.”
The door slammed shut behind them.
Lucas exhaled slowly, pressing his palms against the desk. His reflection stared back at him from the glass–eyes bloodshot, jaw tight, rage barely contained.
He pulled out his phone again, scrolling to Elena’s name.
He stopped.
His fingers trembled slightly before he locked the screen.
“No,” he muttered. “Not now.”
Lucas straightened his jacket, face hardening into resolve.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
