Chapter 2

Lily, my little flower, I saw her.

At first I couldn’t believe my eyes if I saw her, like really.

Man, I sound like a teenage girl.

I just couldn’t believe it. She’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Still the same, even after all these years. Precious, adorable and innocent.

I just wanted to pick her up in my arms and kiss her breathless.

But I had to stop myself. I couldn’t scare her.

I remember, 2 weeks ago when I confronted her in that park. She came with her brothers to get ice cream.

She looked beautiful in that yellow dress. Her blue eyes, shimmering with happiness. She stood out like always, without even trying!

It filled my heart with happiness, to see her this happy.

But a sick part of me felt jealous. I know they’re her brothers, but I felt mad at myself because I could never make her so happy.

And I would do anything, anything just to have her back in my arms.

But I don’t deserve her. It is so painful because I am aware of it. She will never forgive me, never love me again. I am a monster, I don’t deserve to be loved.

But I am just too selfish to let her go. And I will do anything to have her back. Even if it means to beg and cry. I will make her happy, give her the whole world. I will kiss the ground she walks on, I will treat her the way she deserves. Like a queen, my queen.

Her reaction was priceless when she saw me. I was really amused.

I thought she would either slap me, or jump on me and give me a bear hug.

But she just stood there, shocked. Out of words.

She surely didn’t expect to see me.

I went near her, kissed her cheek and told her she will see me very soon. And then I left.

I can’t wait to have her back. I miss her so fucking much.

But first, I need to find that son of a bitch, her stepfather.

He abused her.

My blood boiled with uncontrollable anger, just by thinking about it.

How could somebody ever hurt such a beautiful little flower!

I am not going to kill him. Now where would be the fun in it?

I am going to torture him, way worse than he did to my Lily.

“Sir, we have found Jack Hore. He’s hiding with his wife in an abundant warehouse”, one of my men said handing me that bustard’s file.

“Go, get him. Alive”, I ordered.

He nodded his head and left.

I smirked. I can’t wait to have my hands on that mother fucker.