I Dominated After Prison

CHAPTER 2

Lucas stood there like his body had forgotten how to move. His eyes remained fixed on Maya, but he no longer felt present in the room. 

The words she had spoken kept repeating in his head, each time cutting deeper than the last.

“How could you?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You fooled me…”

Maya crossed her arms, her face hard and distant. “I never said I loved you the way you loved me,” she replied coldly. “You assumed that on your own.”

Lucas shook his head slowly, as though refusing to believe what he was hearing. “You cried in court,” he said. “You begged me to stay strong. You told me you would wait for me.”

Jake laughed from behind her, the sound sharp and cruel. “She deserved an award for that performance,” he said. “I almost believed she cared about you too.”

Lucas turned his head toward Jake, his eyes burning. “You destroyed my life,” he said.

Jake stepped forward confidently. “No,” he replied calmly. “You destroyed your own life the moment you thought you could play the hero against a man like Jake Cole, a man worth over 10 billion dollars.”

Maya sighed impatiently. “Lucas, even if you hadn’t gone to prison, I could never have married you,” she said. “ I admit I might have felt something for you, but you were… You were so poor, struggling, and going nowhere. Being tagged as an ex-convict just made it easier for me to walk away to a man who could take care of me.”

Lucas felt something twist painfully in his chest. “So while I was rotting in prison,” he said slowly, “you were living with him?”

“Yes,” Maya answered without hesitation. “We’ve been living together for a long time now. We only came here today to get the rest of my things, as we would  soon be getting married.”

Lucas’s mouth dropped open the moment he heard the word marriage. 

Jake smirked. “We just decided to enjoy ourselves a little before leaving,” he added. “Unfortunately, you showed up.”

Lucas stared at them both, his hands trembling. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the engagement ring he had just bought with the last dime he had saved from prison. He had sacrificed eating to get that ring.

Maya noticed immediately. “What’s that?” she asked.

Lucas looked down at the ring resting in his palm. “I bought this today,” he said quietly. “I rushed through the rain to get it. I thought we were going to start our life.”

For a brief second, Maya looked at the ring, but her expression did not change.

Jake burst out laughing. “You actually bought an engagement ring?” he said mockingly. “That’s very stupid of you.”

Lucas lifted his head. 

Jake stepped closer. “What’s funny,” he said slowly, “is that while you were running around like a fool, soaked in rain, trying to buy her a ring, she was moaning under me in this same bed.”

That was the moment something inside Lucas snapped.

He moved without thinking.

His fist flew forward and connected hard with Jake’s face, cutting off the next laugh before it could escape his mouth.

Maya screamed. “Lucas!”

Jake staggered back for only a second before rage flashed across his face. “You idiot,” he growled.

He lifted his leg and drove his foot straight into Lucas’s stomach.

Lucas gasped as the air was forced out of his lungs, his body folding forward in pain. Before he could recover, Jake grabbed him by the collar and slammed him violently against the wall.

Punch after punch followed.

Lucas tried to fight back, but his body was weak. Years of hunger, punishment, and exhaustion in prison had stripped him of strength. Every blow landed heavily, shaking his bones.

Blood filled his mouth.

He collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping for breath.

Jake kicked him again. “This is what you get for thinking you ever deserved her,” he sneered.

Lucas lifted his head weakly and looked toward Maya.

She stood there silently.

She did not rush forward. She did not shout for Jake to stop. She simply watched, her face blank and emotionless.

That hurt more than the beating itself.

Satisfied, Jake stepped back and straightened his clothes. He let out a slow breath. “I’m done,” he said casually.

He turned away and began putting on his shirt as if nothing had happened.

Lucas lay on the floor, barely conscious, blood slipping from the corner of his mouth.

Maya quickly grabbed her clothes and dressed without looking in Lucas’s direction. “Let’s go,” she said flatly.

She walked out of the room without once turning back.

The door closed behind her with a hollow sound.

Lucas crawled outside into the rain, the cold water washing the blood from his mouth as his hands trembled beneath him while he tried to stand.

“I survived hell,” he whispered weakly, his voice breaking. “For this?”

He walked without any clear direction, his body moving on its own until his legs finally gave out beneath him when he reached a park along the quiet road.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the silence.

“My money… My bitcoins!” a man cried out in desperation. “Everything is gone!”

Lucas slowly lifted his head from the floor where he had fallen on the pavement.

The man was clearly wealthy, dressed in an expensive suit, with a gold watch shining on his wrist as tears streamed down his face.

Three men stood around him, speaking rapidly and panicked voices overlapping.

“It’s wiped,” one of them said. “The hackers took everything, boss.”

The man collapsed onto a nearby bench, his body shaking.

Lucas crawled up and sat on a wet bench, leaning against it, feeling completely empty inside.

“There’s nothing left in my wallet, they wiped every single coin in my account,” the man cried out in agony. 

Lucas remained seated on the wet bench, his shoulders slumped as he watched the scene in front of him, wondering what could make a wealthy man cry that way.