Chapter 122: I'm Coming Home

** Trigger Warning: reference to violent torture** 

Fox POV  

My phone started ringing. God, why the hell was Caden facetiming me again. Why was he calling me at all. I told him only in emergencies, I declined his call. But then I got a few pictures that where clearly snapshot of Ophelia where she didn’t know she was being taken. I looked at the few that popped up. She was wearing my white shirt, but it was hardly white anymore, it was covered in blood.  

She had on my black boxer briefs and her blond hair was wet a little, and had streaks of red in it, blood I was sure of it. What was going on? Then I saw where the photos where and they were taken in our private garage of the penthouse. What the fuck? I got a text from Caden “Looks like your girl is in the middle of something, she didn’t say what but by the looks of it she has someone else in your apartment.” If she did, they would be dead soon enough if they weren’t already based on Ophelia’s appearance in the photos.  

“Fox what is up? You look happy I think maybe worried?” Cesar said and I turned to him. I didn’t plan on showing him Ophelia. That had to do with work, and he was leaving that all behind, so he didn’t need to know. “Nothing really.” I gave him a nod putting my phone away. He had closed on his house fast which was nice. It was a quick prosses with foreclosures, if you had the money in hand.  

We were out celebrating, we had a nice dinner and now where at some high-end bar, where Cesar was going over his plans on what to do with the house. But I couldn’t get the thought of Ophelia looking the way she did out of my head. “Excuse me, I will be back, just need a few minutes.” I said flying out of my chair and going to the truck to call Ophelia. I got in the truck and tried to video call , thank fuck she picked up. “Can I help you; I am very busy right now.” She snapped. She was in a mood.  

“What is with all the blood on you, and why are you wearing my shirt?” I commented seeing it clearly on the screen. I’m wearing your shirt because I am fucking Jackson Pollok with blood.” She laughed at her own joke. “Seriously what are you doing?” A cruel smile stared back at me and I swear I could see flames under those blue eyes of hers. She flipped the camera around on her phone and I saw a man hanging by his hands. This was our penthouse, and she had strung someone out. His feet looked to be nailed to a small step stool and looked blistered. 

He looked like he had been having a rough night. Ophelia flicked a knife over his chest, and he screamed, but it was gurgled like. “Shut up, I am on the phone.” She punched his stomach and came back to the phone. A smile on her face. “What can I help you with I am busy as you can see.” My mouth about fell open. Was she seriously doing this. I mean I had tortured people, but even then, I had never been as creative as she was right now. I saw what she had done to his feet. Those blisters where they chemical burns? 

“Ophelia who is that?” I asked. She spoke quickly. “I will fill you in tomorrow, okay? I am in the middle of something. I love you have a good night.” She then left the face time. I sat there in my rental thinking. This was insane. I knew she could kill had seen it myself, but torture. I never realized she would stoop all the way to my level. Fucking hell, the world would tremble at her feet. I smiled thinking about it.  

I returned to my cousin's side. He looked at me and though I was not smiling he could tell I was happy. “What did she do?” I turned to him my brows coming together. “Valentine it is clear Ophelia did something you liked so what did she do?” He asked. “It is business, you don’t.” He cut me off. “Valentine, you can tell me, I get it I won’t be involved in it now, but I can still hear what is going on. It isn’t something new to me after all.” I looked at him and said, “She is currently in the penthouse. She has someone strung up and is torturing them with more creativity than I have ever seen, and she is wearing my shirt and boxer briefs while she is doing it.”  

He made a face, and I could tell he did not like what she was doing. Cesar never liked it when I tortured people, he would always leave me alone to go about it by myself. Sure, he would hit people in a chair, but he never went to the extremes I did nor now Ophelia. But my cousin knew me well and he could tell it was turning me on thinking about it. Or maybe he just thought I was extremely happy thinking about it. He knew I loved violence.  

“I think you may want to go back home.” He said calmly. I came out of my thoughts on what my little psycho was doing to say “What? Aren’t we celebrating your new home and planning the renovations you want to do?” He smiled at me. “Valentine, I mean I think you want to go home not back to the inn.” He said and I shook my head. “I told you I would help you get everything together for your new life.” “And I thank you for that, but it is clear you miss her, not to mention you are probably getting a fucking boner while we are sitting in a bar thinking of what she is doing right now. I know you want to go back and be with her.” 

He went on sounding chipper “Seriously cousin, I can handle it all, if you could just send some of my things down here, I would appreciate it.” I gave him a nod I thought of arguing with him, but he was right I wanted to get home and see my beautiful bride and kill with her. I felt bad about leaving him here alone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what she currently was doing. I wished I was there right now bathing in blood with her. I wondered what she would do if I joined her. I doubted she would be still at it when I got home but I hoped. Cesar had been right, I missed her.  

I liked my cousin's company, but I loved the company of my little psycho more than anything. I wanted to be home with her. I got to the inn and packed my stuff up. I pulled out my checkbook and wrote a check for 1 million to Cesar and opened the adjoined door sliding it in a place he would find it. I wrote him a note telling him he needs to return the rental and make sure he comes to my wedding and be my best man, that was his last order from me. Then I left and quickly and got to the jet. I was going home, and I couldn’t fucking wait.