Chapter 46 MURDER
Warning: This chapter contains violence, and graphic scenes, read with caution.
THIRD PERSON'S POV
“Really? He got beaten up too?” Giselle asked, crossing her arms beneath her boobs. Her eyes darkened instantly. Whoever had targeted Max had crossed a line.
“Tsk… it must be her,” she muttered, reminiscing on how she had been attacked earlier too.
Nelly rose from her seat, staring at Max’s body wrapped in bandages. “How sure are you?”
“No one else would dare pull something like this,” Henry said grimly.
A dry chuckle escaped Cash’s lips. “It might not be her,” she said distractedly, eyes glued to her phone. “But whoever it is, we need to get to the bottom of this.”
“Get off your fvcking phone for once!” Giselle snapped, snatching it from her hand.
Cash shot to her feet. “Huh? You want to bite me now?” she sneered. “What can you even do?”
“Give it back,” Cash yelled.
Giselle rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
She slammed the phone to the floor.
Crack.
The screen shattered into pieces. Cash froze in horror, but the others just looked away.
Cash lunged forward, gripping Giselle by the collar. “How dare you, you bitch!”
Giselle laughed.
“Bitch?” Her voice dropped, her eyes darkening with every word. She grabbed Cash’s hair and yanked hard, forcing her head back.
“Let go!” Cash screamed.
Giselle slammed her head into the wall before releasing her. Blood streamed down instantly.
Cash clutched her bleeding nose, shaking with rage, ready to kill, but Nelly pulled her back.
“Don’t touch her,” Nelly warned coldly. “She’s way above your level.”
Cash sneered. “You? Are you any different?” she mocked. “You’re just her pawn. When she’s done with you, she’ll dump you too.”
She flipped them off and walked away.
Giselle ignored her, her gaze dropping to Max’s unconscious body.
Could it be someone they’d bullied before?
If that person resurfaced now, her life would be ruined.
But then again—money solved everything.
“That lowlife bitch,” Nelly snarled. “You should have done more than break her nose.”
Giselle wiped the saliva from her cheek. “Your breath stinks. Don’t spray it on me.”
Nelly froze.
Giselle shoved her aside and turned to Henry. “How do we deal with whoever keeps targeting us?”
Henry lit a cigarette, his eyes distant, boiling.
“I need help,” he said quietly. “I want to take care of someone.”
Everyone turned toward him, even Carter, who’d been silent.
“Who?” Nelly asked.
Henry exhaled smoke.
HOURS LATER
A man in a blue shirt and black trousers stepped out of the office, a document folder tucked under his arm.
“Wow,” Henry said casually. “You look decent today.”
The man froze. He was Henry’s supervisor.
“What do you want?” the man snapped.
“You took my position,” Henry replied, crushing his cigarette underfoot.
The man laughed. “I earned it. With your qualifications, that promotion was never yours. Not my fault you screwed up college.”
Henry’s jaw clenched.
“Let’s see if you can still talk like that,” he said quietly, “when I’m done with you.”
The man scoffed, then froze as Nelly, Carter, and Giselle stepped into view. He recognized Giselle instantly.
“Can I get an autograph?” he asked eagerly.
“Sure,” she smiled sweetly, signing.
Henry glared. “This isn’t why we’re here!”
“Relax,” Giselle said calmly.
The man stared at her in awe. “You’re even prettier in person.”
She giggled, placing her hands on his shoulders.
“My friend wanted me to teach you a lesson,” she whispered.
His eyes lit up until—
POW!
The punch sent him crashing back, his chair and all. Blood spilled from his mouth.
Carter hauled him upright again.
“What should we do with him?” Nelly asked, spinning a heated iron over burning charcoal.
Giselle stepped forward. “We kill him.”
The man trembled violently.“Please, I’m sorry! I won’t tell anyone!”
“When you bullied Henry,” Giselle asked softly, “did you feel any remorse?”
Silence.
“Who agrees with me?” she asked. No one spoke.
Nelly grabbed the iron. “Say hi to my little friend.”
The iron pressed into flesh. His screams tore through the warehouse.
“Please—!” he begged as his skin burned and split. His veins and blood vessels came into view.
“That’s enough,” Henry said.
Nelly pulled the iron away. His blood pooled beneath him.
Henry leaned close, whispering, “You said my qualifications were worthless… but it seems yours can’t save you either.”
He drew a knife. “I have a fiancée, please!” the man sobbed.
"Do I look like I care? She would be happy if your are dead anyways!" Henry smiled. “These eyes laughed at me.”
The blade plunged into his eyes. The scream shattered the air.
Blood poured as Henry ripped the eye free, severing the nerve.
Silence followed. “Bravo,” Giselle clapped softly, her eyes glowing.
“That’s enough. Let him go.”
“He’ll report us!” Henry snarled.
“Would you?” Giselle asked the man gently. He shook his head negatively.
“See?” she smiled. “No evidence.”
“Don’t let him go,” Henry growled.
Carter restrained him.“Let her handle it.”
ON THE STREET
“You’re free,” Giselle said.
“Really?” the man whispered and she nodded.
“Thank you,” he said, shaking her hand before walking away.
Giselle stared at the blood on her palm, then smiled sadistically watching the man limp away.
She slammed the accelerator.
CRUNCH.
The car crushed his body, she reversed. Then drove forward again.
His bone shattered, his blood sprayed.
A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, she lifted her phone.
“Call the cleaners.”