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“Alana!” her father says as soon as she’s close enough to hear him. “How could you? I’m your father.”
The righteous indignation is practically seeping through his pores. I realize that he genuinely believes she is in the wrong here. A true narcissist.
She glares at him, her eyes narrowed in anger and disgust. “My father? You stopped being my father when you sold me for three million dollars. I would say that I’m your only child, but that wouldn’t be true would it? Poor Bethany Cooper was carrying your baby when you had her murdered,” she spits and his face blanches at her accusation.
“No father of mine would ask his sick, twisted friends to spy on my daughter and film some of her most intimate moments just so he could exploit her the way he has everyone else. And he most certainly wouldn’t have a team of assassins trying to kill my family.” She takes one step closer and then slaps him so hard across the face that his head snaps back with the force of it. “You arenothingto me,” she hisses.
“You heard her, asshole,” I push him toward the back of the huge basement.
“Alana, please?” he wails, “you can’t let them do this to me.”
She walks ahead of us, ignoring her father’s sniveling and pleas for his life. He sounds pretty damn pitiful to be honest. I mean, I knew she was tough but it’s gotta be hard hearing the man beg for his life like that.
“Think of your mother. She’ll be lost without me,” he wails, and it’s that which makes her turn on her heel and glare at him again.
I stop walking, holding onto his arm still and wondering if he’s about to get another slap, but instead she rears her hand back and punches him in the jaw. His knees give way from under him and he drops to the floor, taking my arm down until I let go and let him fall.
“My mother will be a damn sight better off without your cheating, murderous ass in her life. Maybe now she’ll finally wake up from the goddamn haze she’s been walking around in for the past fifteen years.”
Carmichael rubs his jaw as his eyes roll in his head.
“Damn, princesa,” Alejandro whistles, sidling up to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
Lucia laughs softly and I wink at her. I can’t wait for this to be over with so we can get back to our normal lives. Not that our normal lives are much less dramatic.
Grabbing Carmichael’s collar, I drag him back up and over to the basement room. I push him inside after Alejandro walks in.
He sees the old dentist’s chair in the center of the room. The wooden table. The array of torture devices that adorn the walls
“W-what? N-no,” he starts to cry now. Huge, snot ridden sobs that vibrate through his body. “Alana,” he drops to his knees in front of her, his hands clasped together as he pleads for his life.
She doesn’t even look at him, instead she focuses on her husband. “I can’t watch,” she whispers.
“I know, princess,” he says with a reassuring nod. “Wait outside. You won’t hear anything once we close the door.”
I look at Lucia and she rolls her eyes at me. I make a mental note to spank her for that later. “I’ll keep mom company,” she says with a sigh.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Alana replies.
Then the two of them walk out of the room, closing the door behind them.
Now there is just the three of us. Foster Carmichael looks up at me. His eyes pleading with me for mercy.
Alejandro laughs loudly. “You’d be better saving those puppy dog eyes for me, Carmichael, because Jax here is going to fillet you like a fish for what you did to my daughter.”
Carmichael starts to dribble and piss himself with fear, as though he only just realized that it was my wife he was jacking off over.
I bring my face closer to his. “Did you like watching her, you sick fuck?”
“No, I swear, I never…” he shakes his head. “That was all Ed. He was into that, not me.”
“Too old for you, is she? You prefer high school girls?” I snarl.
I hold out my hand to Alejandro who passes me the small electricians drill. “Who else saw those videos?”
“N-nobody,” he shakes his head vigorously until I grab hold of his jaw, squeezing hard as I hold him in place.
I flick the switch on the handle. It roars to life like it’s been waiting for this moment – I know I have. When his mouth opens on a scream, I press the drill head against the groove on one of his back molars and push until tooth and blood are swirling around his mouth. He sputters and chokes through his screams of agony.
