Chapter 40 Trapped Here
Daxton
“You rode a scooter to Verena’s neighborhood, broke my car’s window by slamming your fist into it, right?” The anger that glowed in Kian’s eyes slowly subsided—it was that same look he had in his eyes whenever he was caught in a bad act.
A tart smile slashed hard across my face. “You are paying for that. With money and your blood”
Kian blinked hard as I fixed my eyes back to the tablet I read from. “On six circumstances, you acted like a delivery man just to spy on Verena—” His throat worked and I could make out the way his heart thumped.
I mean, it was in his fucking eyes.
His lips wobbled like he struggled to formulate words of defense but before he could even speak, I continued, easing myself into the chair. “Then you attempted to break into her house—” A deranged laugh bubbled from my throat and the calmness that swept through me terrified me to the core.
This calm part of me had never turned out well. I dreaded it and those who knew me avoided it.
“Twice!” I held two fingers up.
Kian swallowed, fear crawling through his eyes. “How did you know?”
I loved that he didn't try to deny all of this. Because if he had, I would have sent my fist flying to his face.
I stared at him like he was stupid. No, he was actually stupid. “Because there is a hidden camera outside her house, dumbass. You are my nephew, Kian and I know the things that you are capable of doing”
From the moment Kian announced his engagement to Zita, I knew it was all a sham. And his agreeing to divorce her—nonsense! He did that to make Verena feel safe so that whenever he struck, it would be sweet, vicious, and completely unexpected.
That was why he stalled the divorce process because in his head, he had a plan.
So, I did what I had to do for Verena. Couldn't tell her because she would freak out and feel unsafe in her house. Sometimes, I spied on her front door just to watch Kian’s move but most of the time, I just enjoyed watching her leaving and entering her house like a routine.
Kian scoffed hard and I continued. “As if that wasn't enough, you came all the way to Monaco…” I rose to my feet, stalking towards him with that smile on my face. “Spied on her, sent her flowers, and the icing on the cake—” I rolled up my sleeves.
“You successfully broke into her home and ruined things that I gave to her!” I stopped right before him while he struggled to set the cuffs free from his wrist.
“Let me go!” He spat.
I dropped to my hunches and cupped his cheek so hard that he stilled. “Kian, do you want to know what I have always done to the people that have crossed me?”
The defiance in his eyes was now long gone as terror replaced the expression on his face. Those blue eyes searched mine as he blurted out. “Injured?”
I shook my head, almost laughing at the naivety. “Dead. Six feet under the ground. It all depends on your crime. But you are my nephew—” I swiped the lone tear that almost dropped to his cheeks.
“My favorite nephew”
His breathing hitched. “Does this mean that you have forgiven me?”
I nodded. “Yes”
He exhaled in relief. “Thank—”
I cut in. “That is why you are still alive. Because I forgave you. You would remain a child to me, Kian but like I said, you will be punished. You’ve never been disciplined before and you have always been treated softly and that is the reason you have been a brat”
The spark of hope in his eyes disappeared. “And to do the world a favor, I will be teaching you a lesson”
“What are you going to do to me?” He breathed.
“Pain. You will experience the worst form of pain. You left your work to trail Verena in Monaco so think of this place as a vacation home but without the usual fun. Just pain, torture, and more torture” I patted him gently on the cheeks, harder this time.
“I hate you—” He said painfully.
“I know, Kian,” I rose to my feet.
“When do I get to leave?”
I gestured to one of the men holding an envelope. I unsealed the envelope, removed a piece of paper, and tossed it at him. “When you sign the divorce papers”
He stared at the paper incredulously before he scoffed. “How did you get this? Who did you plant into my home?” He yelled, chest heaving up and down.
“None of your business, Kian. I know how stubborn you are and your freedom depends on what you do with these divorce papers!”
He barked, spitting all over my shoes. “I would never!”
“I know and that is why you will be tortured until you do…” I darted my eyes towards the man standing behind him.
“Rowan, he should only be fed once a day. Give him the torture we have reserved for notorious criminals. Electrocution inclusive—”
Kian trembled, shaking his head. “Umm, uncle no. I—”
Rowan grabbed a whip from the table and slashed it across his back as Kian’s body folded, and a painful cry escaped his throat. It was raw, guttural, and absolutely fascinating.
His breathing became ragged and those bright blue eyes had blended into red. Fierce. “I would never divorce Verena”
Another whip slashed through his back, biting into his skin and this time a scream tore out of his throat. “Fuck!” He cussed, tears springing in his eyes.
A smile crept at the corner of my mouth while I took a glance at my wristwatch. “Think of this as an appetizer,”
He cried. “Don't do this to me”
“Then sign. Even if you sign the divorce papers, you would still be punished for the emotional distress that you have caused Verena,”
“Depending on how long you want to spend here, you can keep acting stubborn. Don't worry, I have the resources to keep you here as much as you want to stay. I am patient.” I smiled.
“However, don't piss me off because this isn't the worst side of me. You don't want to see what I can do when I get really mad,”
“So Kian, sign the divorce papers and have as much fun as you want to. Be a good boy and don't waste your time screaming for help because no matter how much you do, no one will hear you,”
“You and your screams are trapped here.”