Chapter 45 Theory
Daxton
I took a long drag of my cigar, blowing a cloud into the dimly lit room before my eyes narrowed on my nephew who slept on the cold floor with his hands tied behind him, groaning and wincing at intervals. I had lied. It didn't take me an hour to join Kian, instead, it took seventy-two hours.
Setting Kian free just because he signed the divorce papers was too easy for him. I wanted him to suffer, burst that bubble of safety that was around him, pierce that ego that made him believe that he was unreachable and untouchable.
I was only teaching my nephew a lesson. The same one his parents failed to incorporate in him. It was just that my own idea of discipline for brats like my nephew wasn't like anyone else’s—mine was brutal.
I glanced at one of the men. “Wake him up!” I leaned back in the chair, scrolling through my phone to check pictures of Verena. The ones I had randomly taken of her when she dried her hair, when she scrunched her face at the bowl of cereal she always forced herself to eat.
Verena would always complain about how much she hated them yet, she wouldn't stop eating them.
That woman was art. My fascination and my obsession.
High-pressure water slammed directly on Kian—enough to wake him up and drown him at the same time. Bruised eyes snapped open as the water soaked through his hair, washing the dried blood on his face as he shrieked and groaned. “Stop, please stop”
He panted until those eyes settled on me while I smirked, raising a hand as the jet of water cut out with a hiss.
Kian’s face darkened with fury. “I signed the divorce papers four days ago—”
I cut in, correcting. “Three days ago”
Flames burned in his eyes. “I don't care! Because of your sick, twisted mind, you kept me in here even after signing the papers” He struggled to yank the cuffs around his wrists.
I sighed, leaning forward with my elbows propped on my thighs. “Because you deserved more days to enjoy this vacation. Where is the fun in spending one week and a few days?”
“I actually thought that you were going to last a month—” I tsked. “Who would have known that you could give up so easily”
Kian seethed in anger and the way he kept gritting his teeth made a soft chuckle erupt from my throat. “Let me go!”
“Calm your horses, Kian. I thought you loved spending time with your uncle?”
He barked out a scoffing laugh that was cut short by a wince that came from his obviously split lip. Kian breathed heavily. “The fact that you still address yourself as my uncle proves that you are mentally depraved. As soon as I get out of here, I will be exposing you to the cops. Get ready to go down, Uncle Daxton!”
I could feel my lips stretching into a smirk, gesturing for the men to remove the cuffs binding his wrists. I watched as he struggled to get to his feet only to fall back to the wet and sloppy ground with a thud.
Kian groaned and cussed at the same time.
“Whatever you do next is up to you, Kian. Anyway, I would like to thank you for successfully playing into my hands. I have been looking for a way to make Verena move in with me fully and breaking into her home made it easy for me. Thank you,” I placed a hand on my chest to show my mock gratitude.
Tears shone in his eyes as he gripped the table’s leg, his fingers clawing down the wooden surface. “I hate you…”
“If I had a dollar for the number of times I have heard you say that, I would need a bigger wallet!”
“Fuck you, Uncle! Fuck you!”
I stashed the rest of the cigar in the ashtray. “Well, I hope that you learned your lesson because the next time this happens…” The smile on my face dropped. “I wouldn't be lenient on you. If you mess with Verena again or ever make her feel scared”
The fear that slithered through his eyes made them soften. “She was scared?”
All I did was stare at him. He could be smart at times but most of the time, he spoke like someone who had no brain.
Dumb.
“No, she jumped on a trampoline and drove around the city with glee…”
He blinked rapidly, stuttering over his words. “I am not a stranger to her, why should she be scared?”
I stared blankly at him and honestly, I didn't know what to do with Kian. He could be as fucked up as me sometimes.
“I have no words for you. Just stay away from my woman and seek therapy! This is the advice of a loving uncle to his favorite nephew”
Kian huffed out a laugh. “My woman? I can't believe this!…”
“And if I don't stay away from Verena, what are you going to do? Would I end up like the rest of the people who didn't make it out of here alive,”
I pressed a finger to my temple, a slow sinister smile spreading through my face. “You can mess with Verena again so that I would have to test that theory out on you,”
I stood up, slipping my hand into my pocket. “Anyways, it was nice watching you suffer. My work here is done—” I glanced at Brandon. “Give him his clothes”
Kian raised a brow. “Watching me? What do you mean by that”
That was the moment, I turned, pointing to the hidden camera attached to the wall. “That is the reason, I have a camera planted there. To watch if my men are not slacking off and to watch you go through pain whenever I am bored” I tilted my head, glancing at the wristwatch.
Terror completely seized Kian’s face. “So you sat comfortably and watched me get beaten and slapped?”
I nodded. “Yes, is there an issue?”
He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. I was about to turn to the door when I swung my head back to him with that smile that always made him shudder. “I will be taking you back home”
“Why would you take me home? If you indeed feel guilt, you should drive me to the police station and turn yourself in”
I smiled. “The thing is I don't feel guilty. You deserved everything you went through here, Kian. If you are still insistent about going to the cops first, we could make that happen—”
“But, you would also have to turn yourself in for diverting the company’s fund into that non-existent charity foundation in Los Angeles, shall we?”
Kian completely stilled before his eyes widened in horror. “How did you know?”
“I told you already, Kian, I know everything”
His pupils dilated while I continued. “So, we drive to the police station first, right?”
Kian shook his head. “Please, forget that I ever mentioned anything about reporting you to the cops,”
“Zita and my parents must have been worried. So, please take me home instead.”