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With blood and saliva on my hands, I didn’t make a move to hold him, but I returned his gesture in earnest, softly moaning when he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against his body anyway.
“You look beautiful right now. If I weren’t such a possessive, deranged asshole, I’d bend you over and fuck you raw right here,” he murmured.
“Go do what kingpins do,” I laughed, stepping away.
“I’ll see you soon. They’re to do whatever you say.” He nodded towards the guards on the far side of the room.
He grabbed my dirty hand and placed a solid kiss on the back of it before finally making his way to the exit.
“Good luck.” Elias patted my shoulder and followed after him. A second later, a man came to retrieve the trolley.
I stared at the large metal door once it closed again. Feeling eyes on me, I pulled myself back to the current situation.
I tossed the pliers down and walked back to the toolbox. This time, I removed a hammer and a pack of long skinny nails.
Chapter Twelve
The man was resilient as hell, I’d give him that.
After taking a nail and wedging it between his nail-bed and skin, I tapped the end of it with the hammer. The point slid right through the flesh, forcing the nail up from undernea
th and splitting it right down the middle.
I couldn’t really explain the mindset I settled in as I did this.
I wasn’t the least bit be surprised at what this part of me had been suppressed so long was capable of.
The blood on my hands didn’t bother me. His agonizing screams carrying across the rafters and making a few of the guards shift uncomfortably didn’t bother me. I already struggled with being empathetic, and lack of remorse came with the territory. You switched it off, and did what you needed to do.
By the fourth nail, I soon realized the issue was that he was too resilient. It was actually rather stupid on his end not to say anything at all. It meant the person he was protecting was someone he cared about. Immensely.
I stared at his ruddy, messy face, feeling the truth of my self-made discovery sinking down to my brittle bones.
“The Ace is my mother,” I stated calmly, for once feeling anything but.
Me speaking the truth aloud had Samuel’s entire demeanor changing.
He began to laugh and sob hysterically at the same time, spewing slobber tinged blood all down the front of him.
“Congragu-fucking-lations. When she finds out what you’ve done, she’s going to do the job her errand boys failed to do twice,” he wheezed.
Errand boys?
Alex was clearly one; I had no idea who the other could be.
He tried to smile at me; I corrected his smugness by bringing the hammer down onto his knee as hard as I could, happily shattering his knee cap. His cry of pain was muffled when I took hold of his jaw and squeezed with every muscle in my hand.
Acutely aware of all the eyes and ears on me, I leaned down and smiled brightly, looking him straight in the eyes.
“You’ve been so much help, but I no longer need you.”
I stepped back, silently communicating with the main guards Mateo had earlier.
I wanted to run from the stable, scream, cry, and beat the shit out of something. Anything to make it all feel…less. Less painful, less enraging, less fucking obvious that my mother was a legitimate psychopath who failed as a parent.
I had to remain strong, though. I was to never give someone a window of opportunity to exploit a weakness.
“Get it over with,” Samuel spat at my feet.
