CHAPTER 12

Reyna sat at the head of the table—in the president's seat. It was a meeting and she was the stand in CEO of the company.

With Octavian behind her and all the important people before her, the meeting started.

Ultimately she had the last say in everything. That's what was great about the president's position. And though she got there by shameful means, she was too blinded by the fame, the power and the bright future that was set for her and her beloved son.

There was no turning back.

Frederick Chase was gone. So was his daughter.

There was no one to stand in her way anymore.

Yes, this is why she wanted from the beginning. Wasn't it?

Percy sent a text message on his phone and looked out from the window of his car. A huge glorious party was being held in Luke's mansion of a house.

He got out of his car and slipped the gun in his jacket. He walked as casually as possible to the doorway along with the crowd of people and slipped into the bathroom.

When he got out, he was dressed in a tuxedo that he stole from some random man he knocked unconscious against the toilet seat. As he buttoned up the suit jacket, he took a wine glass from a server and walked through the crowds standing and socializing in their high classes.

He waited, watching, searching for something off. Then- after a long, impatient while of sitting casually to himself, his eyes caught an asian man slipping into a hallway and in front of an elevator that led to the level upstairs.

Percy set down his glass and quietly, discreetly made his way to that elevator. He stood next to the man and when the elevator dinged and the doors opened, he went in after the man. The doors shut and they stood side by side. Percy's eyes caught sight of a small knife in the man's hand.

At the second floor, the elevator doors opened and Percy was the only one who stepped out. He straightened his tie and slipped his hand inside of his jacket, taking out a gun. He reloaded and cleared any obstruction from the barrel with swift, expert movements.

Luke's room was down the hall. Percy held the gun steady and in front of him as he approached the room.

He slid next to the doorway and listened to what was going on inside. Risking a peak inside, he saw Luke's back facing him and his hands all over a girl who was trapped in his forceful embrace. She looked drugged— oblivious to what was being done to her.

A glimpse of golden hair and in a rush of fury, Percy barged in, pointing the gun at Luke's head.

Luke put on his tie and then slid on his suit jacket. He then turned to the blonde lounging on his black leather couch. Her eyes were half-lidded and glazed over from the drugs given to her to make her more compliant for the brainwashing. She wore only one of his button up shirts which was not fully buttoned to the top—just how he liked it.

She was a hottie even drugged. Luke smirked and walked over to the girl, leaning over her so that he could look at her more closely. He rested both hands against the top of the couch and looked hungrily over the beauty under him— vulnerable to his will.

Luke lifted his hand and traced it lightly down her neck to the top buttons of her shirt.

"My dear Annabeth." he said, as he started to unbutton her shirt, "I think I have some time before I need to present myself to the guests."

Luke's lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck then down to the tops of her breasts. Then he leaned up to kiss her parted lips, finally unbuttoning the last of her shirt. His hands grabbed around her sides hungrily and up her slim waist.

The blonde didn't struggle against him.

Luke kept caressing and kissing her until— as he was about to slide off the lacy thin fabric of her underwear—cold metal touched the back of his head.

"Get off of her." A voice laced with deadly seriousness said behind him.

Luke got off the girl and turned to the man behind him. A smile soon crept on his face, "Percy. Back from the dead so soon, are we?"

Percy's green eyes glared and bore daggers through him a hundred times over. Then pain flashed across his green eyes looking over at the vulnerable drugged girl behind Luke.

"Yes, all thanks to you."

Luke grinned then turned to the golden haired girl, "Is she all you came for?"

He reached out and grabbed the girl by her hair, jerking her forward.

Percy launched out at him and punched him in the stomach with the hilt of his gun, then aimed the gun right at his temple, "Don't you dare touch her again."

Luke snickered, "She's mine and will always be mine to keep, Jackson. Don't go stealing things that aren't yours to have."

With one quick movement, Luke elbowed Percy right where his knife injury was. Percy gritted his teeth to keep from yelling out in pain. Luke then kneed Percy hard in the stomach, making him tumble over to the floor.

Pain erupted from his abdomen and surged through Percy's body. He coughed up blood then lifted his head to see Luke with his gun pointed at him.

"This time, I'm going to make sure you stay dead, Percy Jackson."

Luke's finger rested over the trigger and a gun shot sound rang in the air. Percy's heart froze and his blood seemed to freeze in his veins.

There was no movement.

Just silence.

Until Percy looked up at Luke.

His pale blue eyes widened as he looked down to see a hole in his chest. The gun in his hand dropped to the floor and soon he followed— his body clashing to the floor with a loud thud that reverberated throughout the whole room.

In the doorway of the room stood a brown haired olive skinned guy with a gun outstretched in front of him.

"I brought the FBI just like you said. But I might have liked a phone call better than just a text, Percy."

Percy sighed in relief, "Thanks, Nico. I owe you one." He got up, clutching his abdomen, "The main auction is probably being held in the basement. Get the FBI over there."

Nico nodded then left the room, leaving Percy there.

Percy looked over to the grey eyed girl lying drugged and unconscious on the couch and ran over to her—ignoring his wound which reopened from Luke's hits.

His breathes became soft and his heart almost stopped seeing her there. Who knows what Luke did to her.

"She's good as gone." A husky, weak voice said behind him.

Percy turned with intense green eyes struck livid, "I'll be the judge of that."

Luke cackled in bloody coughs, then his breathes became heavy, "Shoot me, Percy."

Percy's eyes narrowed at the man lying on the wooden floor, arms outstretched.

Luke's pale blue eyes looked up to him, "More honorable death to be shot by you, my rival-... a fellow poseidon."

Percy picked up the gun from the floor then went over slowly to Luke's body. He raised the gun to Luke's heart.

"Gladly." Then he shot two times.

Percy's attention went back to the blonde still drugged on the couch. He went to her and let his hand lightly touch her neck. She was still alive from the slight pulse he felt. An overdose of drugs could have almost killed her. She was definitely lucky.

His hand trailed up to hold her cheek. Percy tried to keep his hand from shaking as he buttoned up her shirt again. He then pulled off his jacket and put it around her before lifting her gently up into his arms— holding her lightweight body close to him.

Percy walked out of the room into the rustle and loud noises coming from the floor downstairs. The party was ruined. Police were everywhere.

But all those noises seemed to drown out as Percy carried her down the stairs—one step at a time.

Paramedics came over and took her from his arms to get her in the ambulance and to the hospital along with the other girls found in the basement. Percy watched as both sellers and buyers were handcuffed and taken away. He watched as they took Luke's body out and confirmed that he was dead. Nico joined him and clasped him on the back.

"Good Job, Percy. Though you could have asked for my help earlier."

Percy looked over at his friend, "Sorry, man. But you know how I am. I like to work alone."

Nico let out a sigh, "Yeah, I know you do. But sometimes, Percy, you will need someone else by your side."

Her eyes opened and Thalia felt relief seeing that the drug had lifted the cloud from her eyes. The blonde's normal striking grey eyes sparkled bright in the morning light that filled the hospital room.

"Annabeth, you're awake!" Thalia said with a smile.

Annabeth simply looked over at the jet black haired woman standing near her bed.

Her brows furrowed, "Who?"

"You, Annabeth."

She shook her head, "No, I meant…who are you?"

Thalia'e eyes became worried as she took a hold of the blonde's arm, "Annabeth, it's me, Thalia. We met at the bar."

The blonde's eyes narrowed down and her brow furrowed,

"Sorry...I-"

Thalia held her hand in hers, "What? What is it, Annabeth?"

"I just...don't remember anything at all."