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Franco wouldn’t have had enough time to get here and kill Hunter already, would he? If he did, he would have set off security alarms, and the entire security team would be here right now.
Right?
So, why did I have such an ominous, foreboding warning as I began to search upstairs?
CHAPTER69
Hunter
“So many tools, so little time. But you know what?” I said as I walked away from my wall of weapons and stood in front of Franco.
“Sometimes, nothing is as satisfying as using your bare hands.”
I cracked my fist against his face. My adrenaline soared through my body, and the villain inside me pulsed through my veins like a live wire. I brought my hand back and cracked him again, watching the blood spew from his lip to his shoulder.
Franco glared at me and then spat.
The crimson drops glistened on my chest.
“Well, look at that,” I said with a smile. “The first splat of blood on me. Do you know how much blood the human body holds?”
Franco’s eyes darted around the room, presumably searching for an escape.
“One and a half gallons,” I said. “It’ll be interesting to see how slowly I can drain it all from you. Don’t want you to go dying on me too quick.”
“I have money,” Franco said angrily.
I laughed. “You realize you just said that to a billionaire.”
He gritted his teeth. “What do you want then?”
“Thought I was clear,” I said in a patronizing tone. “I want to make you suffer. But I can’t very well go cracking you with my fist repeatedly. That will leave swollen, split knuckles that I won’t be able to explain.”
I was speaking like a person mulling over the right ingredients for a recipe, thinking it through out loud. Wanting to watch him squirm, torture him mentally. Just as much as physically.
I walked back to my wall of weapons and made a show of trying to choose just the right one. Sadly, I hadn’t bought any of these weapons with the intention of torture—if I had, I’d have added much more effective ones than these—but I’d have to make it work.
I did have some interesting options, though. Ones I had purchased for very different reasons, but they could come in handy nonetheless.
For example, I had a medical cauterizing unit. I had purchased it in case I had ever gotten hurt during an attack and couldn’t go to the emergency room with an injury the cops knew the Windy City Vigilante had sustained.
Happy to say, I hadn’t needed it.
Now, I looked forward to popping its cherry on Franco. I could cut and stop the bleeding at least a few times in the shortened time frame I had to play with.
I smiled as I grabbed it, then set it next to his chair, offering him a wink.
This is much more fun than I thought.
Who knew I’d been missing out on this with all my other victims?
“You’ll never get away with this,” Franco said. “If you kill me, the police will find my DNA here.”
“Well, let’s start spreading it around, shall we?”
I pulled a hunter’s knife from the wall. Might as well start off with my favorite weapon.
Franco mumbled a string of insults at me, but I couldn’t hear them. I was too fixated on his flesh, deciding where to cut first.
