Page 118 of His Cursed Heart

I'm stopped by Everette's arm and he looks at me with dark eyes. His torso is bare and his legs are covered in black sweatpants. His jaw is tensed and his gaze is stuck on me.

"I need to be there. I need to watch him suffer." I say and he keeps looking at me. Everette grabs my neck and I hiss when his fingers touch the bite.

He puts his attention on my neck and his eyes flare when no doubt, he sees the teeth marks Enrique did. Everette releases my neck and he moves toward the exit. I run after him and realize that the guards took the Italian man in the garage.

I enter the room with a blush on my face when I see the blue BMW.

This isn't the time, Althea.

The guards nod when they see me, but my focus is on Enrique. He sits on a woody chair, his arms and legs

tied with rope. He looks angry at all of us, but the fear in his eyes makes my blood run wilder in my veins.

I waited for this moment for three years. To see him at my mercy. To see him crushed like the rat he is. I look fascinated at him. His jaw is mutilated and there's blood coming out of his mouth. The pain he's experiences is imaginable. To feel your jaw numb, but tight in pain is the worst your muscles can go through.

"Ti-i ha detto c-che sanguina ogni volta?" He asks and I freeze.

He hardly can speak and it seems he wants to die faster. My palms turn into fists, my body losing control. He thinks he'll embarrass me?

I take the gun from Harper's torso, shooting Enrique right above his pelvis. He groans and the blood intensifies.

Everette comes in front of me, his eyes wide. He takes the gun from me and asks slowly, "What did he say?"

I continue to look at how miserable Enrique looks, anger filling my being. For him, everything he says is a fact at why I am a whore.

Enrique broke my anus and didn't stop until he put me in a hospital. Sometimes, I feel the same numbness taking over my body, feeling like I want to die, while he stays in front of me, laughing at the memory.

"What did he say, Althea?" Everette raises his voice.

"He asked if you know that I bled every time he-he," I can't say it. Everyone looks at me and I feel so weak. I feel their pity, their indifference.

Everette snaps and he goes straight to Enrique. I gasp when he takes the chair in which Enrique is and smashes it to the floor. The guards position my rapist on his stomach while Everette stays in front of him.

I feel a hand of my shoulder and I flinch at the touch. I turn my head and see Allan who winks at me.

What is he doing here?

Behind him, I see Orion with a sharp, long piece of wood in his hands. I let my eyes roam his big, tall body covered in leather skin and dark tattoos.

"What are you both doing here?" I ask and their eyes are on their Boss.

"Who do you think found Enrique so quickly?" Allan asks with a big smile. My first answer is Venus, but I know she's searching for Ivan.

I nod slightly at Orion and he nods back, going to assist his Boss.

"You're not going in there?" I ask and wave at whatever will happen to Enrique.

"Nah, I rather stay here with you. Plus, I just showered. Your hot water is amazing." I look at him with narrow eyes.

I put my focus again on the scene in front of me and I widen my eyes when I see the pliers from Everette's hand. He has Enrique's face in his other hand, and because his jaw is broken, he has easy access to enter his mouth with the pliers.

"You made so many mistakes, dear Enrique." Everette tsks and I see his arm muscles tense and, in a blink, he pulls a tooth from his gum. "Marking my wife is one of them." He whispers.

Enrique yells from pain and he trashes under the guards. His blond hair is sweaty and his arms are tied on his back.

"Shh, if you wake Vincent from his sleep, I'll make sure you won't have a voice anymore." I look panicked at my husband.

He's losing it. He's losing his control and he sounds

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