Fated reborn - Chapter 202: Chapter 202
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Luciano's Pov.
Luciano’s mind was a whirlwind as he sat there, tied to the chair. The dark room seemed to close in on him as the silence stretched, suffocating, relentless. His body ached from the position he was stuck in, his wrists and ankles throbbing where the ropes cut into his skin. But it was the confusion, the nagging questions, that made his head spin more than anything.
What the hell happened?
The last thing he remembered was being with Laura, getting ready to meet Victor. Everything had seemed so normal then, so routine. But now, this? It didn’t make sense. Why would Victor do this?
He ran through the memories, but nothing felt solid. The howling, the strange sensation that someone—or something—was watching them. And then...nothing. The blankness in his mind gnawed at him. He had to have missed something important, something that could explain why he was here. He’d been betrayed, but why? He and Victor were close, like brothers, and for a while, nothing had seemed off. Now, he was tied to a chair in some godforsaken place, and he didn’t even know where Laura was.
Had she been taken too? He couldn’t even be sure of that. Maybe she had managed to escape, and that thought made him feel a tiny shred of hope. But then again, what if she hadn’t? What if she was out there, somewhere, in just as much danger as he was? The worry that gnawed at him now was sharper than the ache in his wrists. He needed to know if she was okay.
His mind raced again.
Why am I here? he thought. Why am I the one locked up, and where is she? What the hell is Victor really planning?
Trying to stay calm, he looked around the room once more, hoping—praying—that something would stand out. But nothing did. Just pitch-black walls, a floor that felt like cold stone beneath him, and the scent of stale air. He didn’t know how long he’d been here, but he could feel the hours dragging by, the oppressive weight of time making his thoughts feel muddier, slower.
He couldn’t stay like this.
Desperation began to seep into his veins as he tested the ropes once again. They didn’t budge. The more he struggled, the tighter they seemed to get. Sweat began to form at his brow, his breath coming a little quicker as his anger surged again. He let out a yell, louder this time, frustration and fear blending into the sound. But it was met with nothing. No answer. No movement outside the door. Just the cruel silence that only deepened his isolation.
The coldness of the room seemed to seep into his bones, making it harder to think clearly. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. His body was sore from his previous efforts, but he couldn’t give in to that weakness. He couldn’t. He had to figure this out. Why had Victor done this?
It was a question that didn’t have an easy answer. He thought back to the years of friendship they’d shared, of the times they’d had each other’s backs. Victor was his friend, his brother. That was what made this feel like a betrayal, deeper than anything else. He trusted Victor. But something had shifted, and Luciano had no idea what it was. Was it business? Was it personal? Was it something bigger than either of them, something neither of them could control?
The sound of footsteps outside the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. They were slow, deliberate, as if the person—whoever it was—wanted him to hear them. His heart skipped a beat. He could feel his pulse racing, the adrenaline starting to build. Someone was coming. Someone who might have answers. But he couldn’t be sure if those answers would be the ones he wanted.
The footsteps grew louder, closer. Luciano’s throat tightened as the door creaked open, the dim light from the hallway spilling in. For a moment, all he could see was the silhouette of a figure standing in the doorway. His heart pounded as he tried to make out any distinguishing features, but the shadowy figure didn’t give him much to work with.
"Welcome, Alpha Luciano," a low voice growled. The words were cold, detached, as if the person wasn’t even really speaking to him, but just stating a fact. "I see you're still in one piece."
The voice sent a chill down his spine. Luciano’s stomach churned as he tried to jerk his body against the ropes, but they held firm. It was no use.
"Who are you?" he demanded, trying to force some control over his voice, to keep it steady despite the nerves threatening to tear through him.
The figure took a slow step forward, their face gradually coming into focus. The more he saw, the more familiar the figure became. It wasn’t just anyone. It was one of Victor’s men. A man he’d seen before, someone who was always by Victor’s side in the shadows, doing the dirty work.
The man’s lips curled into a faint, almost amused smile, but there was nothing friendly about it. "I was sent to keep you company," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, like he was stating something insignificant.
Luciano’s stomach twisted. He knew who this man was. One of Victor's most trusted men, the ones who did the things Victor didn’t want to get his hands dirty with.
"So Victor sent you, right?" Luciano asked, trying to keep his voice even. He needed to act like he had control, even if he didn’t.
"Yeah," the man replied, his posture stiff as a soldier’s. "He'll be here soon. Just sent me to keep you company in the meantime."
Luciano's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything. Victor would be here soon? What was going on? Why would Victor send someone to babysit him like this, to watch him?
The man stood with his arms folded at his back, almost too rigid, like he was waiting for orders. "Do you know why you're here, Alpha Luciano?" The way he said "Alpha" made Luciano’s skin crawl. It was as if he were talking to an animal, not a man.
Luciano's stomach clenched tighter. The man was calm, too calm, like he knew something Luciano didn’t. And that uncertainty gnawed at him, like a bad feeling that wouldn’t go away.
"Not really," Luciano said, his voice carefully neutral. "But I guess I’m going to find out, huh?"
The man didn't respond, just stood there, eyes watching him with a cold detachment that made Luciano’s blood run cold. There was no warmth, no empathy. Just a soldier doing his job, following orders.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and oppressive.
And all Luciano could do was wait.
He had no idea what Victor was planning, but one thing was for sure. This wasn’t over.
Luciano’s mind was a whirlwind as he sat there, tied to the chair. The dark room seemed to close in on him as the silence stretched, suffocating, relentless. His body ached from the position he was stuck in, his wrists and ankles throbbing where the ropes cut into his skin. But it was the confusion, the nagging questions, that made his head spin more than anything.
What the hell happened?
The last thing he remembered was being with Laura, getting ready to meet Victor. Everything had seemed so normal then, so routine. But now, this? It didn’t make sense. Why would Victor do this?
He ran through the memories, but nothing felt solid. The howling, the strange sensation that someone—or something—was watching them. And then...nothing. The blankness in his mind gnawed at him. He had to have missed something important, something that could explain why he was here. He’d been betrayed, but why? He and Victor were close, like brothers, and for a while, nothing had seemed off. Now, he was tied to a chair in some godforsaken place, and he didn’t even know where Laura was.
Had she been taken too? He couldn’t even be sure of that. Maybe she had managed to escape, and that thought made him feel a tiny shred of hope. But then again, what if she hadn’t? What if she was out there, somewhere, in just as much danger as he was? The worry that gnawed at him now was sharper than the ache in his wrists. He needed to know if she was okay.
His mind raced again.
Why am I here? he thought. Why am I the one locked up, and where is she? What the hell is Victor really planning?
Trying to stay calm, he looked around the room once more, hoping—praying—that something would stand out. But nothing did. Just pitch-black walls, a floor that felt like cold stone beneath him, and the scent of stale air. He didn’t know how long he’d been here, but he could feel the hours dragging by, the oppressive weight of time making his thoughts feel muddier, slower.
He couldn’t stay like this.
Desperation began to seep into his veins as he tested the ropes once again. They didn’t budge. The more he struggled, the tighter they seemed to get. Sweat began to form at his brow, his breath coming a little quicker as his anger surged again. He let out a yell, louder this time, frustration and fear blending into the sound. But it was met with nothing. No answer. No movement outside the door. Just the cruel silence that only deepened his isolation.
The coldness of the room seemed to seep into his bones, making it harder to think clearly. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. His body was sore from his previous efforts, but he couldn’t give in to that weakness. He couldn’t. He had to figure this out. Why had Victor done this?
It was a question that didn’t have an easy answer. He thought back to the years of friendship they’d shared, of the times they’d had each other’s backs. Victor was his friend, his brother. That was what made this feel like a betrayal, deeper than anything else. He trusted Victor. But something had shifted, and Luciano had no idea what it was. Was it business? Was it personal? Was it something bigger than either of them, something neither of them could control?
The sound of footsteps outside the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. They were slow, deliberate, as if the person—whoever it was—wanted him to hear them. His heart skipped a beat. He could feel his pulse racing, the adrenaline starting to build. Someone was coming. Someone who might have answers. But he couldn’t be sure if those answers would be the ones he wanted.
The footsteps grew louder, closer. Luciano’s throat tightened as the door creaked open, the dim light from the hallway spilling in. For a moment, all he could see was the silhouette of a figure standing in the doorway. His heart pounded as he tried to make out any distinguishing features, but the shadowy figure didn’t give him much to work with.
"Welcome, Alpha Luciano," a low voice growled. The words were cold, detached, as if the person wasn’t even really speaking to him, but just stating a fact. "I see you're still in one piece."
The voice sent a chill down his spine. Luciano’s stomach churned as he tried to jerk his body against the ropes, but they held firm. It was no use.
"Who are you?" he demanded, trying to force some control over his voice, to keep it steady despite the nerves threatening to tear through him.
The figure took a slow step forward, their face gradually coming into focus. The more he saw, the more familiar the figure became. It wasn’t just anyone. It was one of Victor’s men. A man he’d seen before, someone who was always by Victor’s side in the shadows, doing the dirty work.
The man’s lips curled into a faint, almost amused smile, but there was nothing friendly about it. "I was sent to keep you company," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, like he was stating something insignificant.
Luciano’s stomach twisted. He knew who this man was. One of Victor's most trusted men, the ones who did the things Victor didn’t want to get his hands dirty with.
"So Victor sent you, right?" Luciano asked, trying to keep his voice even. He needed to act like he had control, even if he didn’t.
"Yeah," the man replied, his posture stiff as a soldier’s. "He'll be here soon. Just sent me to keep you company in the meantime."
Luciano's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything. Victor would be here soon? What was going on? Why would Victor send someone to babysit him like this, to watch him?
The man stood with his arms folded at his back, almost too rigid, like he was waiting for orders. "Do you know why you're here, Alpha Luciano?" The way he said "Alpha" made Luciano’s skin crawl. It was as if he were talking to an animal, not a man.
Luciano's stomach clenched tighter. The man was calm, too calm, like he knew something Luciano didn’t. And that uncertainty gnawed at him, like a bad feeling that wouldn’t go away.
"Not really," Luciano said, his voice carefully neutral. "But I guess I’m going to find out, huh?"
The man didn't respond, just stood there, eyes watching him with a cold detachment that made Luciano’s blood run cold. There was no warmth, no empathy. Just a soldier doing his job, following orders.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and oppressive.
And all Luciano could do was wait.
He had no idea what Victor was planning, but one thing was for sure. This wasn’t over.
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