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The look in his eyes even sends chills down my spine. I look down at the man, but he doesn’t look like anyone I know, and I can tell by looking at his face that he isn’t from here. That must only mean one thing: Nicole’s father knows that she isn’t at the sex house anymore, or someone is finally trying to target my wife to get to me because of what I have done. Either way, we need to go home and pay her father a final fucking visit.
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Nicole
Day 1 - Dirty
“Torture tastes so sweet.”
Islowly kneel and lift the rock that has hidden the house key for as long as I can remember. Being in the basement made me change and forget many things, but nothing could ever make me forget about this house or where my father hid the key for me just in case I got locked out. I am surprised he didn’t move it after he gave me away to Sebastian. I know now that the only thing that Sebastian probably didn’t lie to me about was my father. I now understand that my father is not the man I thought he was, and he will realize after today that I am no longer the teenage girl he remembers.
I slowly stand up and walk to the door. Christian is on one side of me, and Ty is on the other. Ty refused to let us do this without him. I know he wants to keep Christian and me safe, but his being here makes me nervous because I know what our plan is when we go in. I just don’t know if it is going to go the way we have planned, and I don’t want Christian or Ty to get hurt because of my father. He has fucking done enough.
I put the key into the door, unlock it, and push it open. Christian keeps his hand on my lower back as we walk through the house, fucking nothing has changed. It makes my stomach turn. He just kept on living his fucking life as if I never fucking was born.
Who the fuck does that?
Who the fuck has a kid and then, after fucking sixteen years, can just fucking throw them away and fucking move on?
Fuck, I thought I knew who I was, I thought I fucking knew who my father was, but now I fucking realize that back then, I didn’t know fucking shit, and I only saw what I wanted to see.
I head straight back to my father’s study. His back is to me, and he is on the phone screaming as I push open the door and walk inside. I pull out the knife and tighten my grip on it as Ty walks past me. I stop in front of my father’s desk. He turns around and drops the phone. His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t get a chance to say anything because Ty is already at my father’s side and hits him in the head with the end of the knife. My father goes down hard on the ground. Christian leaves my side and walks around the desk. I didn’t even fucking notice that he had chains in his hand. I watch Ty and Christian grab onto my father and put him in the chair, wrapping the chains around him and making sure he can’t fucking move. They roll the chair out into the middle of the room, forcing me to take several steps back until my back hits the wall. I tighten the grip on the knife and try to stop my hand from shaking.
Christian and Ty take a few steps back as they look from my father to me. Seeing my father after all these years is harder than I thought. He never came to look for me. He didn’t even fucking care because he made a fucking deal. He gave me away to fucking save himself.
I used to think the world of my father, I thought he was the one man in the world that would always protect me and love me, but in fucking reality, he is the one man that never loved me, never fucking protected me, and has only cared about himself and his needs. He is the most selfish man in the fucking world, and I am ashamed to be his fucking daughter. He gave me away, trying to wash his hands clean.
Now there is nothing and no one that can fucking save him. He will have to look into my eyes and see what he has fucking done. He will have to acknowledge the fact that he fucking sold his daughter to a sex ring that allowed men to use and abuse her. He will not be able to fucking wash his hands clean from this any longer. I fucking refuse to let him do that. He will give me fucking answers.
He will tell me the truth of why he has done what he has done, and then he will suffer from mine and my husband’s hands. He will have to fucking face the consequences of what he has done. He will have to look into the fucking eyes of the monster and confess his fucking sins.
It is time his daughter gets fucking revenge.
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Christian
Ilean against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest, looking down at Nicole’s father. He is chained to the chair, his head is hanging forward, and his pants are down around his ankles, giving my wife access to his thighs.
She is standing in front of him, lifts her free hand, and slaps him across the face. He starts to shake his head as he opens his eyes and looks directly at me, then at his daughter. The daughter that he didn’t care about, the daughter that he freely fucking gave away to save himself. He is a piece of shit, there are so many things I want to do to this Figlio di puttana, but it is not my revenge. It is my wife’s. Whatever she says goes, this is her show. Ty and I are just following her lead.
“Nicole, what the fuck?” Her father snaps at her, making my heart race. He will learn really fucking quick how to talk to my wife.
She takes a deep breath. “Hello, Daniel,” she says calmly, too fucking calmly. This is the first time I have ever fucking heard her call him by his name, reassuring me that she is ready to do this.
Her father looks at me, then at Ty, then back at his daughter. “What the fuck is going on?” He asks, searching her face.
“Aren’t you happy to see me, Daniel?” She asks softly. I can tell by her tone that she is holding back, but her father doesn’t know her, so he doesn’t fucking know that. He doesn’t know anything about her.
“Stop fucking calling me that,” he snaps at her. My heart skips a beat, and I take in a deep breath. This is her show, she calls the shots, but even though that is true, it is taking everything fucking inside me to stand still and not rip out his fucking tongue for talking to her like this.
“Stop calling you by your name?” She asks in an amused voice, making me smile. That is my Queen, playing her little mind game; man, she is good. She is fucking perfect.
“Nicole,” Daniel whispers.
“Daniel, it takes more than just fucking providing your sperm to be a father. You are not a father, not anymore. You lost that fucking right when you gave me to Sebastian,” she snaps back at him.
Daniel doesn’t respond right away. He takes a deep breath. “Yes, I mean, why? How?” Her father tries to speak, but we can all tell he is in shock that we are here and even more so that his daughter is here. He totally fucking ignored what she just said; this fucker is good, too fucking good. But he will not be able to play games tonight. She will get her revenge one way or another, and he will fucking bleed.
