Page 135 of My Damaged Protector

It takes a lot of restraint to not laugh in his face.

He's so pathetic.

“Fine,” I say and step back. “Maybe I'll just save you the pain and do this quickly. What do you say?”

“No! No! No! I said I'll leave her alone. What else do you want from me man? Please, don't kill me.”

“But I want to. You've stressed me so much, and I just can't deal with you still breathing after all that,” I say in my most convincing tone.

He blanches. His face is void of any color. There's only one expression on his face: dread.

“Please, don't do this. I swear you'll never hear from me again if you let me go. I swear.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur and step away, pretending as though I'm considering his words. His face starts to relax, and that's when I switch up on him. “No! I want you dead, and I want you dead now,” I declare. I step away from him and drop the pliers in the pile of other tools. Picking up the chainsaw, I turn it on. The moment the sound of the machine fills the air, the sound of his cry accompanies it.

He screams so hard that I am almost scared. Almost. But I know the chances of anyone finding us here are slim. I'm far into the slums of the city where there's only abandoned factories and warehouses. No one visits.

“Quiet!” I roar, padding toward him intentionally. He goes silent, his face white as tears start to stream down. “Sarah begged you, didn't she?” I bark.

He cowers at my voice, his eyes refusing to meet mine.

“Look at me,” I demand, towering over him with some space between us so the saw doesn't touch him. The moment our eyes meet, I'm filled with anger. He's a piece of shit that deserves whatever pain he gets. But it won't be from me. “Now, answer me! Did Sarah beg you not to make her do this or not?”

He looks at me in confusion, tears still streaming down his face.

“She did,” he says in a tone that tells me he is lying.

“How?” I bark.

“W…What?” he sputters.

“How did she beg you?”

“Uh… that I shouldn't call her again?”

What?

What the hell is he saying?

Standing upright, I step away from him, allowing myself a minute to gather my thoughts before I speak again.

“How did you get her to agree to this again?” I ask.

“To what?”

“To save your asshole father, you piece of shit!”

He flinches at my words and starts to speak, stumbling across his words a couple of times.

“Um… I … uh… Well, I told her that I will… um… tell Kyle that he's… um… the father of her daughter.”

It's just as I thought. Why is he acting confused then?

The asshole.

“So, let me get this straight. You knew she didn't want to save your father because he's a despicable piece of shit, but you blackmailed her into it by threatening to tell the notorious bastard who the father of her child is?”

“What?”

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