Chapter 17 KANE'S THOUGHTS
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KANE’S POV
The first thing I did when I stepped into my room was lose control.
The door slammed so hard against the wall that the frame rattled. The sound echoed, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside my head. She escaped. The words kept replaying over and over, crawling under my skin like poison.
Escaped? To where?From how? With whose help?.
I hurriedly went to the control the Widow Collector had given me and started operating on it to make her feel pain. I threw it away after a while.
My chest heaved as I crossed the room in long strides, my fists clenching and unclenching. I was so upset but i didnt want to show it earlier. These men were becoming useless, soft, and careless. In my world, incompetence was paid for with blood and pain, and I was already imagining how I would take it from them slowly and painfully.
“Damn it,” I growled, driving my fist into the wall.
The impact burned my knuckles, but it felt good. It grounded me. Rage was the only thing that ever kept me steady.
I always knew she was trouble. The quiet eyes. The fragile act. That false pity she wrapped herself in like a shield. Women like her survived by pretending to be weak, and I despised it.
At least I hadn’t been foolish enough to fall for it.
When I first saw her at the Sanctuary, I wasn’t even looking for her. I had gone there for Lucio, an old vulture who thought hiding behind sacred walls could protect him from his debts. I didn’t know who she was. I didn’t care. Until I looked up.
And saw Sally.
Not truly her. I knew that. Sally was dead. I had buried her with my own hands. I had watched the life drain from her eyes while the world stood still. But the resemblance was cruel enough to tear something open inside me.
The same shape of her face. The same quiet gaze. The same softness that once belonged to someone I loved more than my own life.
Seeing that face where it didn’t belong ignited every violent thought I had spent years burying. For a moment, I wanted to destroy her. To erase that reminder. To punish the universe for mocking me with a ghost…how could I, I was in the only place stronger than me….the holy sanctuary.
I watched her. She had appeared from nowhere, accused of killing her husband just hours after marriage. A ridiculous story. Or maybe not. In my world, innocence was just another lie people told before they were broken.
Then I saw him. Savy??
The name alone made my jaw tighten.
The man I had hunted for almost four years. The man who had taken my wife from me. The man whose face I had burned in revenge, marking him so the world would never forget what he had done.
And there he was, standing in the Sanctuary as if he had every right to breathe the same air as me.
I understood then.
He wasn’t there by coincidence. He was there for her. Trying to take the one thing that stirred something ugly and dangerous inside me. The one thing that reminded me of Sally. The one thing I could use to finally bleed my anger dry.
Mutates were made for suffering. Everyone knew that.
I signaled my men to stay alert. To be ready the moment Savy stepped outside. I would finish what I started years ago. The Sanctuary forbade old grudges and bloodshed, and even I respected that rule. But once he left. There would be no mercy. I would hunt him down and finish what I've started.
The bidding began, and I raised my offer without hesitation countering him, I could sense the fear in his eyes, even though he wanted to act strong. When I won, I felt her fear before I saw it. Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and shaking, then dropped immediately like she couldn’t bear to look at me.
She was punishment waiting to happen.
Savy vanished that night. No trace. No shadow. Nothing. It was almost impressive. Almost insulting…… It felt like a message. A warning that he had grown bolder, that he wasn’t afraid of standing in my world anymore
But I had something he wanted……Samantha….the Mutate.
I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing the room now. People thought I was insane. Maybe I was. But everything I did had a reason.
Micky
My daughter was the only thing that still mattered to me. The only piece of my heart that hadn’t turned black. She had grown up without her mother, and every day I tried to fill a space that could never truly be filled.
And still, people found ways to hurt her.
Make her cry and that was unforgivable.
The maid had crossed a line. She forgot her place. I killed her to prove a point. To remind everyone that fear was the foundation of obedience. When Samantha watched it happen, terror carved itself into her face, raw and unfiltered.. It thrilled me.
I won’t lie to myself about that.
She was terrified, and she should have been. She was a mutate. Pain was her purpose. Her suffering felt necessary, justified, like balance being restored.
The first night, I didn’t want to touch her.
I only wanted to look at her. To memorize her face in the low light. To pretend, for one sick moment, that Sally wasn’t gone. That she wasn’t lying in the ground with blood staining her dress, to paint a memory of her in another light as I've always done.
But she moved…she fucking moved….!!
And something just came over me, an arousal that I couldn't handle.
Something in her shifted. Her fear deepened. It became louder. And that stirred something I didn’t want to acknowledge. Something dark and shameful. The next time, it wasn’t her face that held me. It was her fear.
The way her body reacted. The way she trembled like she already knew what I was capable of. And the way she made me understand how sturbborn she was through little defiance. Yes….i could see through her.
If keeping her as my possession kept the fire burning inside me, then so be it.
She was the only one I could have sex with after Sally.And that truth disgusted me.
I wanted to hate her. I tried to. I told myself she was nothing. Just a tool. Just flesh meant to absorb my rage. But every time I looked at her, that hatred slipped through my fingers.
Now she was gone.
I reached for the control device again and turned it on.
Somewhere out there, the mark burned into her would flare to life, ripping through her body with fire she couldn’t escape. She wouldn’t be able to walk. She wouldn’t be able to think straight. Pain would drag her back to me like a leash.
I stared at the device, jaw clenched, hoping this time it would be enough.
Enough to break her…..Enough to make her run back.
Because no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she tried, Samantha was mine.
And I always reclaim what belongs to me.