Marcel couldn't accept what he just heard. How can she not be here, his Intel was sure and accurate. She couldn't have disappeared like that. Sure she was good in IT, went to gym often and all, but she had no fighting skills. How could she have escaped unless someone took her. Marcel felt like he was about to rip Claw a new one.
He took a deep breathe to control his surging emotions and turned to his men "search this place till you find her" he roared. Since her disappearance Marcel felt like his world had come to a standstill. Stuck on the last day he was with her. He could still see her bright smile as she turn around and winked at him, her pitch black hair flowing on her shoulders lightly being taken by the wind. She blew him an air-kiss and said she'll be back before sunset. The next time he saw her was on the TV screen of his office TV with a news reporter explaining how a truck had deliberately skipped a red traffic light and ruthlessly crashed into her car.
He had sprung up from his chair at full speed, disregarding his subordinate that was reporting something and ran frantically to his car. He couldn't even see his workers giving him fearful and doubtful looks as they had never seen him walking fast, much less running, before.
When he got to the scene, after running all the red lights and driving on the wrong side of the road, he was met with the news that she is no where in the scene. It seemed after the accident someone came to take her without any trace. Marcel felt his senses eluding him and he finally realized he was actually capable of killing someone for her sake.
Marcel took a deep breathe breaking off from his reverie when his friend said besides his ear "she's really not around"
Marcel found it unbelievable that it seemed fate was taking her away from him the second time, especially in a situation where it seemed impossible for her to walk off by herself. Marcel momentarily felt light headed and breathing became labored. Why? Why does it seem like she's just slipping away from him.
It had only been a week since her disappearance but she felt like it had been a decade already. Marcel felt like crushing someone's throat, loosing control of his emotions he lounged forward and flipped the coffee table between him and Claw and the coffee table flew to Claw's head.
Marcel's killing aura was so intense even his subordinates felt a cold shiver down their spines.
Claw didn't expect the sudden outburst and was hit on the head by the table and blood started oozing out of his forehead adding malice to his already devil-like face. His innate killing aura was dimmed down by his heartbreak of having lost Bailey just when he found her. He just couldn't believe it. He just stood there watched blankly as the table fell to ground crushed into pieces.
"Burn the place" he heard Marcel's charming voice echo as he saw his back disappear. Before he knew it he was being pulled by his men into a helicopter and when it ascended to the sky, he looked down as he saw his life's work burn to the ground. Claw gave a low chuckle and he felt utter despair, he had just lost everything. Unbelievable.