Page 41 of Trapping His Assassin

I grunted, trying not to grab my knife. I didn’t want him to know that he’d signed his death warrant. Not yet.

Rajesh’s eyes widened, and his fingers drummed anxiously on the wooden arm of the chair. He licked his lips before blurting out, “I saw Headmaster Mikhail… at the bar.”

When I didn’t respond, he looked around nervously as if searching for an ally.

He continued. “So I encountered him over and over. One night after a white line of that Venezuelan powder, I sat down with him, and we started talking.” His lips tightened into a thin line.

I grabbed my knife and pointed it at his throat.

“Talk,” Benedikt urged.

I appreciated him being my voice at this moment. I needed to hear everything before I let the monster take control.

“He said he wanted to show me something, and we ended up at this school or orphanage, I’m not too sure what it was. He took me to his office, showcasing all his awards and accolades. He pulled down on one of the books on his bookshelf, and it swung open to reveal a dark corridor.”

My heart started thumping faster. My stomach churned.

“When we got to the bottom, he hit the light. In the corner, chained to the wall by her throat, was a young girl.” His eyesgrew haunted. “I couldn’t tell how old she was, but she was just right.” He licked his lips.

Something sparked in the back of my mind. Something important.

“He said she was being punished, and the best way to do that was for me to show her what could happen if she were alone. What horrors she could face from disobeying orders.”

As I remembered Valentina’s fierce struggle against me, I couldn’t help but think about how she’d refused to believe that the Don was dead. He wasn’t her true master, the one giving her orders. If only I had eliminated her uncle myself, then she would finally be liberated from this dangerous idea that she could overpower and kill me. What would happen after that is anyone’s guess.

Well, I guess we’d see because I wasn’t sure what came next for my wife. She had my name for her protection, but she didn’t appreciate it. I shook off these thoughts, focusing back on the disgusting fucking child predator before me.

“She reminded me of Meera,” he whispered his sick fantasy to us. “I couldn’t help showing her what someone who didn’t love her would do, if she came across them alone.”

Rage surged through my veins. I couldn’t explain how I sensed he was talking about my wife, but he would suffer a brutal fate for daring to harm her.

It didn’t matter to me that she wasn’t mine before. She was mine now, and that’s all that mattered. I tried to pause and analyze this new feeling inside of me, but I couldn’t afford the luxury of introspection at the moment.

“Anything else?” Benedikt growled, anger vibrating his entire body.

His eyes shimmered with pride as he stammered. “I-I added my mark to her body, and I know that she lives with it every daythinking of me. My little Meera–” His dreamy voice trailed off, as I tried not to throw up all over his fucking face.

“I think we have everything we need.” Benedikt stepped back. He was aware that things were about to become much bloodier.

Rajesh tried to plead. “Please, I couldn’t help myself,” he begged.

I didn’t answer. How fucking dare he mark my property? I moved fast and balled my gloved fists, beating him all over his body. He grunted, groaned, and pleaded with me, until I stumbled from the force. I pulled out my knife. I could make this long and drag it out, but I wanted to get back to my little killer.

She needed me to cuddle her.

I rolled him onto his stomach and stuck my knife right into his ass somewhere near his hole. It didn’t matter if I hit it or not. I leaned forward to whisper in his motherfucking ears, my words for him alone. “Not near enough pain, but you will suffer in hell. I’ll see you when I get there.”

He screamed. “I didn’t mean to.” Snot ran out of his nose from his noisy crying, as the pain threatened to take him under.

I took a second to sign to Benedikt the jist of what I wanted to say to him, while I tortured his ass to death. My great uncle’s eyes were wide, as he tried to follow my hand motions as they rapidly fired off. I told him he could take liberties, and then I let out my fucking beast on the piece of shit sniveling before me.

“You think you could put your filthy fucking hand on her? Your goddamn mark? She’s my property. You fucking thought you could put your tiny little cock in my woman, and I wouldn’t chase you down to the ends of the Earth, to kill you for touching what is mine? She’s mine, fucker. Feel me?” Benedikt emphasized some of his words as I stabbed him repeatedly, to hone in on the point.

He cried. “P-please. It was so long ago. I haven’t touched another child since my times with her, and that was years ago.”

“Times?” Benedikt said at the same time I spoke, fire racing down my throat. But I couldn’t help being surprised by his revelation.

“Then why did Meera’s childhood doctor go missing two weeks ago, along with all of her medical files associated with Rajesh?” He never stopped. This sick fuck needed to be eradicated from the world.

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