Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Havanna's POV

It was just too much pain for me to endure, as I turned to the other side while I waited for the pain to subside.

It didn't take long after that pain had subsided, before he landed another strike on me again, this time it was so close to my eye, that the side of my eyes had become swollen.

It was a narrow escape, if not he would have blinded me. My screams woke his accomplice up, as he dragged him away from me.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to kill her before we have money?" He asked him, as he touched my face, checking the damage he had done to me, and the bruise he had inflicted on my skin.

I looked away, as I wiped my eyes gently, The side of my right eye was so swollen, it hurt so much. I could barely blink.

"And what type of stupid question is that? The boss said that we could hit her whenever she tries to misbehave.

When I woke up from my nap, I caught her trying to escape" he explained himself, but his colleague didn't want to have any of his explanation.

He left the room without saying a word to him, as he soon returned with a big pack of ice.

"Take this, and place it on your eyes" he instructed me, handing me the pack.

I placed it on my eye gently, since it was giving me a pepperish sensation in the eyes.

I felt like my eyes were about to fall off. I was in so much pain, I couldn't even cry anymore. The pain soon migrated to my chest where it had begun to hurt me the most.

Lucian's POV

"Next time if somebody calls, you make sure they all get to me first, before dismissing it as you please.

You can't just speak on my behalf. That is not what I hired you for." I warned the man who was supposed to answer the emergency calls that came through to the white house.

Thankfully, I got here just in time to pick the call, but my heart broke into pieces when I heard Havana crying.

Usually, I am the one making her cry. Why does it feel so horrible, when someone else does it? He even had the mind to hit her.

"There is little or no signal where she is. It is so difficult to track her" the guy behind the computer complained.

He was already on standby before Havana had called, and he was trying his best to track the number, while we were speaking over the phone.

I really don't know where my people got him from. This guy has to be the most useless person that I have hired so far.

"You cannot do anything right. Get out!" I asked him to leave the white house. He didn't even deserve to be here in the first place.

Somehow, my heart was at peace knowing that Havana was still alive, but I was also in a terrible situation knowing that she was being beaten up by her abductors.

The mere thought of it, just made my chest hurt, as I grabbed my clothes squeezing it tightly.

It didn't take long for the night to come again. I laid on my bed, staring blankly at my ceiling. I wanted to cry, I wanted to complain. I just wanted to do every single thing that was easy for Havana, but I couldn't.

It felt like a part of me had been snatched away, and the people who snatched it were demanding another part of me in exchange for the first part.

My phone rang, and I hurriedly picked.

"Lucian, they are going to pass the airport tomorrow. Lucian, please come save me" that was the only thing Havana could say, when I picked up the phone.

I wanted to ask her which airport, but I am sure that even she wouldn't be aware. By tomorrow my lockdown rule will be lifted, because tomorrow makes it complete seventy-two hours.

"It's okay Havana, don't cry. Just do one thing for me when they take you to the airport tomorrow" I tried to calm her down. I knew that there was a way out of this, we just needed to calm ourselves down, and reason it out.

"When you are walking in the airport, please raise your hands in the air and cross them over each other...so that when my men see you, they will be able to identify you, do you understand me right?" I asked her, and she didn't respond.

I looked at the phone, and saw that the call had ended. They must have come to her again, and she probably didn't want to get caught with the phone.

I just hope she was able to hear what I said before she ended the call.

I thought that hearing Havanna's voice again would bring me peace.

But no, I am dying every second. I can't imagine what situation she must be in. And those people who had the guts to do this to her. I will.make their lives so miserable, that they will beg me for death….I promise

Karina's POV

"This doesn't seem to be working" the senator scolded me from the other end of the phone.

"How would it work, when you have vowed never to be patient in life?

Coupled with the fact that you aren't even playing your cards well" I shook my head in disappointment. He didn't know how to play the game, and he was complaining. I wonder how he planned to win an election, when he isn't so smart.

" I will advise you not to talk to me in that tone. I have spent a lot of money just to push through with this silly idea of yours. If it ends up not working, then I will…" he threatened, and I didn't even let him finish his threat before I intervened.

"You will do nothing. Because I know too much about you. I have so much evidence against you, so you better not threaten me, because you feel you have wealth and a little power" I frowned at him, and he became angered.

I didn't care, he could be on fire for heaven's sake. I just wanted things to work out for me.

"Just be patient, a little patience is what you need right now. Rome wasn't built in a day. By tomorrow you will see how good my idea was in the first place" I smiled, trying to calm him down and be on his good side again.

"And if I don't see the results by tomorrow!" He questioned, and that drove me to silence.

I was literally panicking. My hands were shaking, and my feet were glued to the floor. I know that I told the senator he wouldn't be able to do anything to me.

But, I don't like to test the waters. Somebody, who had the guts to go this far, will definitely not think twice before hurting me.