~Chapter 47~
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Walking out the car, the morning sun cleared the road as I walked with heavy feet and a scowling face that reflected the turmoil brewing inside,
My eyes narrowed into slits as my finger rested lightly on the trigger. My gun was at ready to shoot those incompetent fools, who couldn’t burn a house with soone in it.
And to make matters worse, they had double-crossed , aiding my enemy’s escape from the death I had ordained for him
How dare they?
Antonio fell into step beside , his eyes drafting on and off with both concern and caution. He knew I was beyond angry and he knew when to shut it.
The front door swung open, pushed by the guards who nodded their respect as we passed.
Their deference was a reminder of my power and authority, and I accepted it as my due, my anger and resentnt burning brighter with every step.
The eight-hour car ride back to my estate felt like an eternity, but I knew it could have taken longer if Jas hadn’t floored it.
He knew well enough to recognize the signs of my simring rage, and he wisely chose to get ho as quickly as possible.
Boris? Boris Volkov’s na repeated in my mind fueling my fury.
That bastard was supposed to be dead, but sohow he’d managed to cheat fate once again.
And I was damned sure he’d had a hand in the ambush, Ivan was likely involved as well, those two were thick as thieves, and I couldn’t wait to make them pay, specifically Ivan, that monster was a snake who hides and let’s his pawns do his biddings.
"Bring the bastard daughter," I barked orders at Antonio, striding towards the basent, my footsteps bouncing off the walls.
I didn’t bother with the elevator, my mind consud by visions of torture and retribution.
The need to make them suffer, to make them beg for rcy, was cursing through and I wanted his daughter to watch it all.
I stord down the stairs, taking the steps two at a ti, as Antonio peeled off to attend to his tasks.
Two n stood at attention outside the door and they nodded curtly as I approached, their hands moving in to push open the door that concealed the traitors.
I stepped into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. Five figures were tied to chairs, their eyes wide with terror as they took in my imposing form.
My gaze swept across their faces, lingering on the pleading expressions, the gagged mouths, and the quivering bodies.
Good! They knew they were dood, and they knew they deserved it. But before I ended their miserable lives, I needed entertainnt.
My gun hand rose, the muzzle pointing at the first traitor, not even bothering to look at his face, didn’t care to know his na or his story.
He was nothing to , just a disposable pawn in a ga he didn’t even understand.
Bang! The first gunshot echoed through the room, as the ugly traitor’s body slumped forward, his head lolling to one side like a broken toy.
I strode to the second traitor, his quivering form almost made laugh as I posed my question.
"Who’s dying next?" The traitors exchanged terrified glances, their bodies shaking violently as they struggled against their restraints. Oh fuck them, they could have thought this through before dreaming of betrayal.
They all shook their head in denial of death as I sauntered over to the table. I was in no hurry to end their lives.
Oh no, I was going to savor every mont of their agony. They had failed , and now they would pay the price.
"You all got guts, I’ll give you that," I sneered, my gaze sweeping across their petrified faces. "Being a traitor takes courage, or maybe just stupidity."
I dropped my gun onto the table and my eyes landed on my trusty vest, adorned with an array of torture tools, my playground.
This was going to be a wild ti. My gaze settled on Chopper, my favorite knife, I nad it chopper and we go a long way back~Tsk, the good old ti~.
Chopper sleek design and razor-sharp edge made it the perfect instrunt for inflicting pain.
I picked up Chopper, swirling it around my hand with a joy.
A grin spread across my face as I turned to face the shaking traitors. Their eyes widened in terror as they took in the sight of my baby. Their minds must be racing with the horrors I was about to unleash upon them.
Strolling back to the traitors, my footsteps were slow like a snail. I wanted them to know that their deaths wouldn’t be swift or rciful, unlike the hideous first guy I’d shot.
No, their demise would be a prolonged, agonizing spectacle.
As I approached my first victim, I saw the terror etched on his face. His eyes bulged, and his body shook violently, straining against his binds.
He was going to be an example to the others, a demonstration of the horrors that awaited them.
I didn’t bother asking questions about their betrayal or how Boris managed to escape with their help.
The deed was done, and now it was my turn to exact revenge. The first guy’s muffled voice was barely audible, a pitiful whimper that I had no interest in hearing.
I didn’t care about his excuses or pleas for rcy; all I cared about was making him suffer.
My hand tightened around the hilt of Chopper as I finally reached him.
"I never deed you to be a traitor, Sam," I said, slowly circling him.
The other traitors watched in horror, knowing they were next. "Betraying is the most stupid thing to do, you know," I continued, rolling chopper against his shoulder.
"You’d think you’d know better than to cross , sam" I drawled out his na, stopping at his back and I looked down at him as he struggled to locate in the dimly lit room.
His eyes darted wildly, but I remained just out of sight, my presence marked only by the sound of my heavy breathing.
Raising Chopper near his ear, I whispered, "Is this the ear they whispered to when you were given the job to betray ?" My breath caressed his skin, sending goosebumps raising over his skin.
Without waiting for a response, I began to carve a bloody path around his ear, the knife gliding effortlessly through his skin.
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