Part 3
2 years earlier
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Castle. Enjoy your purchase."
Lucien looked at the owner of the brothel and smiled. It wasn't difficult to see how glad the human was for getting rid of this girl.
"I intend to."
"Yes… She's upstairs; some of my boys can bring her here…"
"No, I don't think so. I'll have a word with her first."
"Sure, you're going to need this."
The man handed Lucien a key. He was just about to turn around when the human continued.
"Oh, and be careful, she bites. Really bites. One of my men almost lost a finger."
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"I think I'll manage."
Lucien was amused as he walked up the stairs, now he was even more curious to meet this little wildcat. He unlocked the door to the room where she was kept and stepped inside. The room looked like a typical room in a brothel, but with one big difference. There was no bed. The girl was chained to a wall; she was sitting on a filthy mattress. Her long tangled curls covered the most of her face; she looked like some kind of a savage. Wild and untamed. Her dark eyes were on him immediately as he entered the room.
"Hello there," Lucien greeted her.
She didn't say anything; her eyes were flaming in rage.
"I'm Lucien. What's your name, darling?"
"Go to hell," she hissed.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Well, that's a little unusual name. Is it some kind of a traditional name in your family?"
She didn't reply, she simply glared at him.
"Look, you don't have to be afraid of me…"
"I'm not," she cut in. "I'll kill you if you touch me."
Lucien smiled.
"I believe you. It's a good thing then that I wasn't planning to touch you."
She glared at him suspiciously.
"Am I supposed to believe that?"
He shrugged.
"Do I look like a man who has to force himself on women?"
She let out a mocking laughter.
"Your appearance doesn't mean anything. Maybe you could find a willing woman, but this isn't about sex. This is about power. You want to prove to yourself how big and strong man you are by forcing me into submission. That's why you're here, isn't it, pretty boy?"
Her every word shouted hatred towards him; she didn't seem to be even slightly scared. He had to admit that he was impressed.
"Actually no, that's not why I'm here," he replied. "I'm here because I just bought you."
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him venomously.
"And since you belong to me now…" He paused and walked over to her. She didn't even try to move as he took a hold of her chains and yanked them off the wall. "My apologies, I don't have a key for these."
Her look was somewhat cautious now, but there was still no fear.
"Right…" he continued after a moment of silence. "You're free to go."
"You want me to play some kind of game with you?" she snapped. "That's not going to happen…"
"No, no, this isn't a game. You're free to go."
He stepped back, giving her some space. Slowly she managed to stand up, although her legs were shaking.
"Why?" she asked sharply. "Why would you let me go? You want to hunt me?"
"No. I'm giving you your freedom, that's it. I'm not going to force you to stay with me."
"Why the hell would I…"
She didn't have time to finish her sentence as he picked up a small box out of his jacket pocket. Her eyes widened as he opened it.
"I want to offer you a job," he stated. "You would get paid, of course. Generously, I might add."
She stared at the box for a moment before replying.
"What kind of a job?"
He smiled.
"Nothing like this, I can assure you. Would you like to hear more?"
Again she was quiet for a moment before replying.
"Fine."
"Alright, good. I didn't catch your name by the way."
She glanced at him briefly before turning her eyes back to the box.
"Molly."
"Molly?" Lucien called as he arrived home. "Molly?"
"I heard you the first time," she huffed as came out of the living room. "And before you ask, yes, everything is in order. The staff knows you're having guests tonight."
"Good. About this dinner…"
"I'll stay in my room, yes, got it."
Lucien smiled.
"No, actually I would like you to participate."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
He shrugged.
"Better safe than sorry."
"Right. I take it that you don't want these gentlemen to know what exactly you're doing here."
Lucien smiled.
"You've always been a smart girl, darling."
She rolled her eyes.
"Why did you offer to help them then?"
"Because Nik is my sire, it would have been suspicious if I wouldn't have offered him my help. Besides, the faster they find Kol the better, I don't need any trouble right now." He paused and stepped in front of her. "There's no room for mistakes, not when we're so close."
"Got it," she replied. "Well, I better go and get changed then."
"You do that. And darling, perhaps you could try to hold your tongue just a little bit?"
"No," she huffed and headed to her room.
Lucien smiled, she was quite something. A very special young woman indeed. He sighed and headed to his room, he also needed to get changed before Nik and Elijah would arrive. Their timing had been terrible, but there was nothing he could do about that right now. He needed to be a polite host and make sure that they would stay out of his business.
