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“Learning from the best. After all I am a Maloti now.”
Not for long baby I want to tell her. If I have anything to do with it, it will be my rose she’s wearing around her neck. There’s no one else on this earth that will have her but me. I’ll fucking make sure of it. I know the way our world works. It’s unlike any other. Your forced into marriage for the good of the family, for the organisation. It’s only a matter of time Maloti does the same with Jordin. I don’t give two shits what Eric says or about his feud with Ian and Marcus. Jordin Maloti is mine to hold, mine to love and mine to protect. No one is going to take that away from me. No one
Chapter Fifty-eight
Caleb
“Pleasejustletmego please. I’ll give you anything. Anything. If its money you want I have it. Please just let me go,”
It didn’t take me too long to find him. All I had to do was log on to her last school profile and there he was, the towns beloved quarter back dressed in all his football glory. He won’t be playing football again after today. I’ll make fucking sure of it.
I sneer down at the piece of shit watching blood splutter from his mouth. He's getting paler by the minute with beads of sweat dotting along his creased forehead and brow. I need to get this over with before he passes out again.
“Daddy’s money isn’t going to save you this time,” I scowl, watching his panic fueled eyes go wide with terror when I run my knife along his left thigh. I’ve already broken his left leg in at least three places. It’s only fair now that I pay the same attention with his right.
“You have something that belongs to me.”
His swollen eyes glance around the room looking for something that might help him escape. I hope he tries.
“I don’t even know you. Wha….what is it that you think I have?” he cries, his body shaking in fear.
“Pictures,” I tell him calmly before plunging my knife deep into his flesh hitting bone.
Throwing is head back a savage scream erupts from his vocal cords making me smile.
“Sttooopppp! Christ. I’ll give you anything. Please just make it stop!!” he screams.
Taking a step back I smirk admiring my handy work.
“You have pictures of my girlfriend. I want them back.”
“What pictures? I dont even know who your girlfriend is? I don’t have pictures of anyone.”
He cries out to God praying that I’ll stop when I push the knife in deeper. It’s a pitiful sight. God will be hearing his cries in person if he doesn’t start talking soon.
Leaning over him I grin twisting the knife. “Fucking liar.”
His unintelligible screams echo all around us making me smile.
“Just tell me what pictures and they’re yours. I swear you can have them.”
My face pulls up in disgust as blood mixed with snot drips from his nose into his mouth.
“What the fuck she seen in you I will never know.”
“I don't know who you're talking about. Whose pictures do you think I have?”
Placing both hands on either side of the chair I square up to him but he tilts his head away from me.
“Jordin." I yell, making him shrink back in fear. "You have pictures of her and I want them back. Every single one of them and you’re going to give them to me, or I swear I will make sure the only balls you have left in your body are the balls of your feet.”
His face goes from pained to one of confusion, “Jordin?”
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“Jordin? My Jordin?”
“She’s not your fucking Jordin,” I roar getting all up in his face again seeing red. “MINE.”
