Master of Lust

Chapter - 144

A sudden shrill sound broke the tranquility the luxury suite had promised and Mayor Kent groggily tore himself from the young, luscious woman he had his arms around. His hand searched for his phone on the nightstand, knocking things out of the way to get to it.

When he saw the caller ID, fury unfurled through him as he answered. "Do you have no sense? See the fucking time before you call." He jammed his face again between the woman's plush breasts where he had it before the fucking butler ruined his night.

The woman's nimble fingers, tipped with bright red and sharp nails caressed his hair. "Who is it, baby?" she crooned.

Thompson's fearful voice came from the other end. "S-Sir, a problem has occurred."

"Out with it, Thompson. I don't have the entire night," Mayor Kent snapped. It was nearing two in the morning, and this idiot had the audacity to disturb him.

"Young Master Kent is missing," he said. More like he speed ran through so that the sentence sounded like one large word, "Youngmasterkentismissing"

But the mayor heard him loud and clear. He detached himself from the woman and sat up, his attention peaking. "And you are sure of this? Have you searched the mansion grounds? The garden?"

"We have, sir. He is not on the property."

"Fuck," he grunted, running a hand through his hair. This boy of his was shortening his life span by the day. "Alright, I am on the way. Don't call the cops just yet. Wait for my signal." Without another second to waste, he cut the call, and reached for the robe hanging from the bedpost.

The beautiful, lithe woman flung a leg over his, straddling him and stuffed her tits into his face. "Baby," she whined. Her silky voice that Mayor Kent usually found incredibly sexy was now downright irritating to his ears.

She ground her hips on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't tell me you're leaving me alone for the night." She pouted, and there went the mayor's patience.

But the mayor was in no mood, he pushed her off his lap, and with hurried motions grabbed his clothes to get dressed. He needed to find that boy of his. And once he did, he was going to strangle Roy himself.

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Rick's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the barrage of cars in traffic. The continuous press of his hand on the horn reflected the urgency he held within him. He leaned on the horn, urging the blocking vehicles to move to the fucking side.

The building blurred as Rick weaved through the traffic, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Impatience drew lines on his forehead as every red light became an irritation that trailed a long line of expletives. He vowed to blow up every slow-moving car that acted as a barrier to his destination.

Rick's foot pressed hard on the accelerator, the engine roaring in response as he was thrown back in his seat. He glanced at the dashboard clock, each passing second intensifying the knot of anxiety in his stomach.

From both sides, drivers and pedestrians alike made faces as he flew down the road. In the midst of all the honking chaos, Rick's mind only raced with thoughts of Olivia and Emily. The hospital loomed in the distance, he was close. Just a little more. He swerved, manoeuvring with recklessness, as he inched closer to the hospital, to Olivia and Emily.

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The waiting room was quiet for the night save for the soft conversation Olivia and the man cloaked in a white coat engaged in one corner.

"I am sorry for dragging you outside," Olivia said, fidgeting with her fingers. "I didn't want to disturb Emily. I know she can't hear what we are saying, but…" She trailed off, not wanting to further explain how, in her head, Emily was just sleeping and not in a coma.

"I understand, Mrs Clarke," the man said with a suspicious grin. "Now, what was it you wanted to ask me."

Olivia's suspicions only grew the longer she was forced to be in his presence. She had used the pretext of having a couple of questions regarding Emily's health to usher him outside. She didn't like the way he had stared at Emily, and her hackles only rose more as she took in his politeness. There was something off in the way he carried himself.

"Right. Uhm…" She fidgeted some more as she thought up something to stall. "All the doctors here aren't giving me direct answers. Everyone just says to wait and watch. I don't get it. Can you or can you not treat her?

Will she ever wake up? When will she wake up? When can I take her home?" Once opened, the flood of questions didn't seem to halt, and Olivia's incessant worry overtook all her other senses.

"Easy, Mrs Clarke," the man interrupted her, bringing his hands up in front of him as though he were placating a frightened critter. "I am sure you have a lot of questions, but I am afraid the answers aren't quite clear yet to even us doctors. The human body is a mysterious thing, and we haven't had enough time yet to understand the intricacies of it all.

We are trying our best to treat Emily, and I can assure you none of us are leaving any stone unturned."

The caring tone he used when he spoke managed to sway Olivia. In her distressed state, all she wanted was for someone to tell her that Emily will be alright. Though this man hadn't done that outright, she was satisfied that the doctors were doing everything in their power to help Emily get better. How foolish of her to ever doubt this man. Worry was making her see things that weren't present.

"I am sorry, Doctor, but I did not catch your name."

"Abraham," the man said gruffly.

"Thank you, Dr. Je—"

The waiting room door creaked open and a nurse entered, followed closely by Rick's father. The nurse halted in her tracks, and her eyes took in Dr. Abraham. She cocked her head to the side as Rick's father asked her what the matter was.

"Who are you?" she asked. The question was pointed at the man in the doctor's coat.

The man just eyed the nurse, his features hardening and a deep frown taking over him.

Olivia answered for him since he didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer. "This is Dr Abraham. He came to check up on Emily."

"Dr Abraham?" The nurse looked confused. "I don't remember a Dr Abraham working here." Then to the man, she asked once more, "Are they switching doctors? Dr Sharma is the one treating Emily. I wasn't informed that there was a switch."

Olivia looked at Rick's father for clarification, but he seemed just as confused as her.

"Ahhh... I knew it won't work," The man, noticing everyone's gaze on him, chuckled softly. The quietness of the waiting room was almost deafening now as the man's eerie stare swept across each one of them. "Good, you got here," he said, walking towards the nurse. All the politeness and soft tones he used were gone Missing.

"This pretending thing was starting to get on my nerves. It's not really my style." Then with one swift move of his hand, he grabbed the nurse's head and slammed it into the beside wall.

She collapsed into an umoving heap on the floor. Sirens rang in Rick's father's head, and he attempted to get to the door, but the man was faster. The disguised doctor grabbed the back of collar and yanked Rick's father to him. With one sharp blow to the face, Rick's father too couldn't hold on to consciousness.

Olivia was quick to move and was almost successful in sounding the fire alarm. She was just about to pull the lever, when the man pulled her by the hair and flung her on the waiting chairs. Olivia hit her head against the edge of the arm chair. Her vision blurred as she lifted her head, and looked at the looming figure headed towards the ICU door. All she knew was that she couldn't allow it.

She pulled herself up and stretched an arm forward, dragging herself across the floor. Her head throbbed under the weight of a thousand bricks and red spots danced in her vision. But she carried on. She couldn't let him get to Emily.

Her feeble fingers curled around the man's ankle, and he looked down, a belligerent sneer on his hard as rock face.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Not Emily. Spare her. Please, I am begging you."

"Mmm, I like the sound of you begging." He crouched low, and traced the blood dripping down the side of her temple. "Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting for a long. You are one fine item to enjoy," The man supposedly Dr Abraham licked his lips.

"But I have to get the trouble out of the way." He stood up and rammed his boot to the side of Olivia's face.

Olivia slowly began to loose her conscious as her grip weakened around his leg.

'Rick. Where are you?'

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