Lucas paced the walls of his home as he stared at the picture Rita had sent him of harmonica and drey in a club.
Ever since he saw it last night, he had been unable to sleep. Harmonica told him she was pregnant. So why was she at the bar with a liquor?
He laughed, throwing his phone away.
She really was a gold digger and a slut and he really wanted to punch something right now.
He quickly picked up his car keys and headed to his garage. He threw himself into his Bentley and started the engine with a destination in mind.
Minutes later, he got to the reception desk of a penthouse.
''I'll be needing the key card to room 102, floor 10.'' He said, flashing a toothy grin at the receptionist who was biting her lips while eyeing him seductively.
''Okay sir.'' She muttered softly, batting her lashes at him as she handed him the key card.
Lucas smiled at her before taking the card and heading to the elevator. When he got out the 10th floor, his smile had already faltered and was replaced with anger instead.
He swiped the card against room 102 and it showed a green light indicating that it was opened. He quickly entered, searching for something. Or perhaps someone..
The sound of moans pricked his ears and he smirked, heading for the room.
Immediately he entered, he saw a naked woman riding his friend, her boobs bouncing up and down as she did so.
Immediately her eyes met his, she screamed and reached for the covers, covering up her nudity.
Meanwhile mark also stood up quickly, staring at Lucas in shock. ''What the fuck is wrong with you?!'' He shouted. ''Why would you—''
Before he could finished his sentence, a punch landed on his face and he jerked backward, moaning painfully.
Mark held his face as a the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. ''Lucas! What's going on?''
By then, the girl had already scurried away from the room, shivering.
Lucas waited until mark was well dressed before holding him by the collar. ''How dare you sleep with my wife?!'' He shouted, kneading him in the abdomen.
He knew the kind of friends he had. Mark had always been a playboy and he had never objected to it. But now, mark had crossed the line by touching what belongs him.
Mark winced as Lucas's knees connected with his ribs for the second time. ''I thought you were divorced?'' He asked, as he stared at Lucas in confusion, amidst the pain that shot up his body.
''I'm talking about harmonica! How dare you sleep with her knowing she was married to me?!'' Lucas asked. His eyes were already bloodshot and it seemed as if he was going to explode at any moment.
He looked completely and utterly betrayed.
Mark laughed. Blood sputtered from his mouth as he did so. But he didn't mind. He held his broken ribs as he laughed, tears dropping from his eyes in process. ''Is that why you barged into my house, scared off my date and punched me in the face? Why the fuck would you think I slept with you wife?'' He asked, a serious expression now on his face.
Lucas pulled away, staring at him.
One thing he knew about mark was how playful he was. Whenever he was not playful, he was serious. And right now, he was serious as hell.
Lucas backed away, putting his bruised knuckles into his pant pocket. ''You know what? Fuck off!'' He muttered before leaving the penthouse.
He had to go to the hotel immediately!
A month ago, an anonymous person had sent him a footage of his wife and his friend—mark meeting up at a hotel. Since then, he has lost all trust he had in his wife.
Mark would never be in a hotel if it wasn't for sex. And seeing them together only meant that they had done it. Countless times too!
He quickly pressed on his break hard as he sped off to gravory hotel.
Once he got there, he headed for the reception desk, putting up an aloof expression. ''Mr stone.'' The receptionist uttered recognizing one of the top elite family.
''mrs Stacey.'' Lucas said, looking at her name tag.
She blushed. ''What can we do you for you sir?''
''Well…'' Lucas started. ''I'm actually here for the CCTV cameras. I've got a footage I'm trying to piece together.'' He continued, winking at her when he was done.
''Okay sir. W—We don't usually let the customer's view the CCTV.'' Stacey stuttered. ''But…I'm sure it's for an emergency. You can head up to the operating room on the last floor.'' She continued, putting a loose strand of hair to the back of her ear.
''Well aren't you sweet Stacey? Thank you.'' Lucas murmured, flashing her a huge smile before heading for the operating room.
He had actually worn a cap to hide his identity. But somehow, the receptionist still recognized him.
Minutes later, he stood in front of a door that read 'operating room'.
He pushed it open and a few men quickly whipped their head In his direction. ''You must be the guy that needed to check the security footage because of an emergency..?'' One of them asked, eyeing him.
''Yes. Can you rewind to…'' He pulled out his phone, checking the date through the security footage the anonymous person had sent him. ''8:32pm on June 12th'' He continued.
The operating guy nodded and tapped at the keyboard for minutes before the footage popped up.
Lucas watched in silence as he saw his friend tapping his legs at the lobby. Then he saw his wife sauntering in with a purse in her hand.
He wanted to look away angrily but then his eyes caught something. 'They never saw nor approached eachother'
It was either they were trying to act coded or something was wrong.
After a while, he saw his father Waltz in and pat harmonica by the shoulder. He walked in front of her and she followed behind him.
A minute later, a girl entered into the hotel waving at Mark. They hooked their hands together and walked up the stairs too.
He stared at the footage on his phone and the footage on the CCTV camera again and realized that his father and the other girl had been cut out for suspicious reasons.
''There was an event here on that day.'' The operating guy spoke up, staring at Lucas.
''I see…'' Lucas drawled, his thoughts jumbled. He had pieced the puzzle together and now he felt stupid.
Harmonica didn't cheat on him with mark. Which meant that….SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD!
He quickly ran out of the operating room, ignoring the operating guy that was calling for him. He clicked on the elevator button quickly and waited impatiently for it to get to the last floor.
Once there, he ran into his car and pressed the brakes harshly, heading to a place he never thought he would.
Drey Dcaprio's mansion.