Chapter 7

"Never love for me, only obsession."

-Carrie Fisher-

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"Oh, god, yes..."  The moaning escaped her lips as he rode her like a cowboy. The dimly lighted room casted shadow upon part of their sweaty bodies as the raven haired woman clenched her fist on the sheet like her life depended on it. He was not holding himself back either, he had both of his hands on her breast as a support. Both were in tremendous pleasure when there  was suddenly a knock on the door.

"Fuck, I have told them not to disturb me." He groaned as he pulled himself out from her.

"Who dared to disturb me?" He shouted. From the other side of the room, Dimitri was   standing with his phone. He knew exactly what his boss was doing inside. Vincent had hired another high class prostitute to please him like he always did every single week. This time he had a low class model as his companion and they had been fucking each other for an hour. However what he had found could not wait.

"We have found news about her whereabout." Those statement alone was enough to send shiver down his spine. It felt as if someone had poured cold water over his burning skin, he quickly opened up the door to allow him in. Dimitri was a bit staggered at the sight of his boss' naked body as he tried to maintain a flat expression as to try not to offend him. He carefully stepped inside the room, turning his head to meet the eyes of the naked woman who was tumbling back in surprise at his sudden presence.

She quickly pulled in the blanket to cover herself up, because no matter how horny she was, the presence of another stranger was out of the deal and she was unprepared for it. Dimitri pointed at the woman with his head. Vincent who could no longer wait for the news quickly grabbed the woman's dress from the floor and threw it to her direction.

"Wear that and get out of here." She looked mortified, and annoyed at the same time, how could he just kicked her out like that in the middle of their love making session? She stared at him hoping he would change his mind, her sluggish attitude only agitated him further. He stormed toward her and pulled her arms up, dragging her outside the room and pushing her on the hallway before closing the door and turning his attention to Dimitri.

"Now speak."

"Our man had found the sighting of her around Moscow. She was briefly seen in the news after she nearly got robbed by a street gang." he turned on his phone to show him a picture of her from a recording taken from the street CCTV which had been spreading like wildfire thanks to the internet, the case made it to the local news as police found the five men all beaten up on the ground.

His man had fixed the visual a bit to make it clearer and during one of the footage, her face was clearly shown, it was zoomed in to ensure her identity and though it was still  slightly blurry, no one could deny that it was definitely her.

"Four years... four years I have waited for this moment!" Vincent rubbed his palm together as a rush of excitement flowed through his vein. His pupils dilated as a vicious grin appeared on his face. He turned around, about to bring his next order when Dimitri continued his explanation.

"However, it seemed that she was not alone, there was also a sighting of another man who was helping her. The identity of the man was still unknown since his face was not shown on the CCTV recording." the grin disappeared from his face, instead it was replaced with a sinister stare.

"A man? Well... that is not good, is it?" Just thinking about another man being by her side was enough to rouse anger and jealousy inside of him. After a momentary silence, Vincent walked closer to Dimitri until the distance between them was only an inch away. Both men possessed stone cold gazed toward each other, still, Dimitri knew his place, he did not want to appear too challenging.

"What else are you waiting for? Get your men to find her!" I want her brought to me as soon as possible! And if you fail in this, trust me, Dimitri, you will be losing some of your men and worse." He ordered and threatened at the same time, by then he was used to it, the threat did not feel as intimidating anymore. He simply nodded and bowed before leaving him alone.

Once he was out of sight, Vincent slowly walked toward his drawer, he carefully pulled it out and took out a picture frame which he had been keeping for many years. It was a picture of a fourteen years old Lana which he had taken in secret on the first day they met. She was dressed in a soft white satin dress and had her thick hair braided in a French braid.

Her green eyes were gazing innocently at the distance as something had captured her attention at the moment. Something he did not quite remember as his mind was filled with her. She had looked like a porcelain doll, so pure and innocent. The beautiful golden frame was crafter with details of her initials on the bottom right corner. Even after years had passed by, he still remembered vividly what had happened that day. It was a memory he could never forget.

He caressed the frame gently with his thumb as he smiled softly at her picture, bringing it closer to his lips before carefully planting a kiss on the glass cover.

"I will bring you back home, Lana."

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Dimitri was walking to his room when he felt a chill from behind him, he swiftly turned his   body around to meet the dark empty hall, no one was there, but he was damn sure he felt something. After finding nothing, he turned back and continued to walk. Perhaps it was just his paranoia, he had been having some issues with himself since the day she left, as a highly trained special guard, he had been programmed to control himself, and his duty came first before any personal matters, however in this case, she was both his duty and personal matter. The young girl he remembered had bloomed into a refined woman.

Once he arrived in his room, he closed the door and locked it, he took of his suit and hung them on the back of his door, the cold air went to hit his perfectly sculpted naked body, two black swords tattoo went across his back in the shape of an X. Though he had definitely aged, at forty years old, he was still in shape and quite fit. Most men would have lost themselves at such age, but not Dimitri. In order to stay in the place, he needed to be useful and a part of being useful was to maintain his strength.

He went to take a hot shower, drenching away the dirt and sweat from his long rough day of   work. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face upward to let the water ran through it. The whole shower glass was covered in steam, preventing anyone from gazing at his bare figure from the outside. Though as a senior guard, he had his own bathroom in his room, the door has a large   glass frame in the middle which allowed anyone to see other people's business inside.

With a dry towel, he patted himself dry and put on some pants before laying himself down on   the bed. His right arm was stretched over his head as he looked up at the white ceiling. It was 2 A.M in the morning when he could finally have some rest before waking up at 5. Every day he only had three to four hours of sleep, with occasionally five hours when things were fine. His body had gotten accustomed to it, it was not the healthiest habit, but as someone with his type of work, he simply needed to cope with it.

He blinked several times, trying to put his thoughts in order. He would order his men to find her the next day and if they did find her, then she would return back and he would be able to see her again. It sounded easy in theory, but Dimitri knew better, she was no fool, there was no way she would just surrender herself and went back to Russet Manor. Maybe they would need to use a little bit of force.

With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes, imagining her sweet face and voice. The little girl he once knew had certainly grown up, it made him feel old. He could still remember the day when he was assigned to be her personal bodyguard. Of course, how could he forget that day?

That would be a story for another time.

Slowly his muscle relaxed as he fell asleep with subconscious anticipation of the next day. If he truly could meet her again, it would be a huge relief, though there was a tiny part in him which felt hesitant.

If only he did not have any conscience.