Free Web NovelChapter 120: Chapter 120; I know who did this!
Lucian’s POV
The tires of my car screeched to a violent halt outside the new warehouse. I threw the door open and stormed into the building, but the exact millisecond I stepped through the entrance, my eyes widened in absolute shock.
The entire place had been completely obliterated. Metal shelves were ripped from the walls, crates were smashed to splinters, and glass littered every single inch of the concrete floor.
"We got completely robbed, Lucian," Ragnar said, stepping out from the wreckage, his face pale and tight with tension.
"How the hell is this even possible?!" I roared, my voice echoing angrily off the metal beams. "Aren’t there supposed to be armed men strictly assigned to watch over this place?!"
Boca walked up from the shadows, his expression grim. "Our men got brutally attacked, Lucian. It was an ambush. Daniel already rushed them to the hospital before you arrived."
I angrily clenched my fists, my claws threatening to pierce my palms. "Who the hell in their right mind would have done this to me?!"
"The CCTV cameras were all meticulously broken," Ragnar explained, running a hand through his hair. "It’s like the thief knew exactly where every single lens was positioned. They took everything—all the high-grade drugs are completely gone."
"We have to find this person no matter what it takes," Boca growled, his jaw tightening.
"This is Davon’s doing," I hissed, the image of his smug, mocking face at the bakery violently flashing in my mind.
Ragnar frowned, looking at me skeptically. "How? I mean, Davon shouldn’t even know the location of this warehouse. It’s brand new."
"That madman knows this place!" I snarled, stepping into his space. "This property isn’t new to him at all. He put the pieces together."
"That motherfucker," Boca spat out, a dark look crossing his face. "He must have had an ungodly amount of nerve to pull a stunt like this."
I turned back to Ragnar. "Those men who were attacked—did they manage to say anything before Daniel took them?"
"No," Ragnar sighed heavily. "They are in such a terrible, critical position that they can’t even speak. They couldn’t give us a single detail."
"Clean this place up," I commanded flatly, turning on my heel toward the exit. "I am going to go get back exactly what was stolen from us."
"Should I come with you?" Ragnar called out.
"No."
I moved with so much raw, explosive anger radiating from my body. I had desperately wanted to stay with Alina longer today, but instead, I had been forced to lie to her just so I could leave and handle this mess.
I got to my car and slammed the door shut. To be honest, I had absolutely no definitive idea where Davon might be hiding out in this city, but I had only one specific location in mind. I drove down the deserted backroads until I finally pulled over at his old, abandoned safe house.
I approached the property with light, predatory steps. To my surprise, the heavy front gate was already unlocked. Walking up to the main front door, I noticed the electronic lock was lit up. It required a fingerprint scan.
A cold smirk played across my lips. Years ago, back when Davon and I used to be incredibly close, he had registered my print into his security system. I pressed my thumb firmly against the glass scanner.
Click.
The lock turned over, and the heavy door swung open.
The exact second I stepped into the quiet living room, the sounds echoing from the couch made me freeze. My eyes stretched wide in utter disgust.
Emily and Davon were violently fucking right there on the sofa.
"What the fucking hell?!" I bellowed, my voice booming through the room like thunder.
The two of them instantly broke apart, scrambling away from each other in pure panic.
"My fucking God!" Emily shrieked, her face turning completely ghost-white as she desperately pulled her disheveled dress down over her body.
"How did you fucking get in here?!" Davon roared, jumping to his feet and pulling up his trousers, his eyes wild with shock.
I let out a dark, mocking scoff, looking between the two of them. "So... now I finally get the whole picture. Emily... you were the one who brought him back into this territory, didn’t you? You are so utterly obsessed with getting dick down so badly that you actually brought a rogue traitor right to our doorstep."
"Lucian, I promise you it’s really not what you think! I—" Emily stuttered out, her hands shaking as she stepped forward.
"Fucking save it for your husband, Emily," I snapped coldly, not even looking at her. "Because your pathetic sex life is strictly not my problem."
Before Davon could even square his shoulders, I closed the distance between us and launched a brutal, heavy punch directly into his face. The force of the blow cracked against his jaw, sending him crashing backward against the coffee table.
"How dare you come to my warehouse and steal from me?!" I roared, standing over him like a demon.
Davon rubbed his bleeding lip, looking up at me with pure annoyance laced in his tone. "Are you out of your fucking mind, Lucian?! I didn’t do that!"
"Why the hell are you fucking lying to me?!" I hissed, grabbing him by the collar.
"I’m not lying!" Davon yelled back, glaring right into my eyes. "Why would I even do that? I don’t give a single fuck about your business or what you do, so why the hell would I steal your drugs?!"
I paused, burying my gaze deep into his eyes, searching for any flicker of deceit, any micro-expression that would give away a lie. But as I stared at him, a cold dread settled in my stomach. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
He was telling the absolute truth. He really hadn’t done it.
"You better be speaking the absolute truth," I glared at him, releasing his collar with a rough shove.
I turned around to leave the vile room, but Emily suddenly lunged forward and tightly held onto my wrist. "Lucian, please, it’s really not what you think with him—"
"Let go of me, you fucking whore," I snarled, violently yanking my arm back and pushing her away so hard she stumbled back onto the couch. Without looking back, I stormed out.
