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“That was high school!”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

I stab the knife down into the bed, really close to hitting his dick. He screams and pisses a little bit more. I leave the knife in the bed and pick up a hammer and a nail.

“This is going into your heart,” I tell Calvin. “Unless you tell me what happened with Serafina.”

“It was fucking high school,” he whines.

I place the tip of the nail right over his heart.

“I cheated on her,” he says. “Okay? Is that what you want to hear? Huh? I cheated on her. With like six girls. I was seventeen!”

“Then you made her feel like a useless whore after,” I growl.

“I’m sorry. Okay? That was wrong to do. Please, man. Please. I didn’t do anything else to her. I haven’t seen her since we broke up.”

“You wrote a nasty letter to her.”

“I wanted her back and she rejected me. I was mad. Hurt. Confused. I was seventeen.”

He keeps saying that number like it should matter to me.

When I was seventeen, I took out my first target. I snuck up behind some millionaire executive and wrapped wire around his throat and pulled as hard as I could until I choked him out and snapped his neck.

I drop the hammer and nail and go find Calvin’s phone. Sure enough, the guy has been telling the truth. A month long vacation. With Lisa. Her bikinis did not reveal much at all. Maybe that’s why he talks to other women. Or maybe he’s just a piece of shit.

I check the timestamps on the pictures. Everything checks out for Calvin. I’m faced with a familiar dilemma however. Same with Serafina’s cunt of a stepmother. For all I know, Calvin hired someone to attack myclaimed one. He purposely was out of town when it happened.

For almost a month in advance?

I zoom in on a picture of Lisa.

“Look at her,” I say and show Calvin the phone screen. “You cheat on that? Nonstop.”

“It’s not cheating,” Calvin says. “It’s just… she’s not… oh, fuck, are you going kill me, man?”

“I already have,” I say. “You’ll never recover from this. Years of therapy won’t do shit. You’ll never be able to tell the truth either. Do you know why?”

He slowly shakes his head.

“If you say one word about me or how I look, I will hunt Lisa down. I will cut off her limbs, starting with her toes. Then herfingers. And I’ll keep going. And each time I do that, I’ll deliver the severed body parts to you. It’s not worth it, Calvin. I just had to know you haven’t been fucking around with Serafina. So I guess we’re done here.”

I toss Calvin’s phone to the bed, right next to him. I don’t give a fuck how he gets himself untied. I don’t give a fuck if he bleeds out and dies. Or he panics and has a heart attack.

When I get to the bedroom door, I look back.

“Also, you fucking piece of shit,” I growl. “Make a decision. You want to be with Lisa, then stop talking to other people. Don’t make me find you again.”

I shut the bedroom door.

Calvin starts to weep loudly. Then he screams. I just ruined his life. For good. I just did Lisa a big favor too, as long as she’s smart enough to run. It’s a small offering if you ask me.

I’m going to burn this entire fucking world down until I find out who tried to kill my claimed one.

Chapter Thirty-Four

SERAFINA

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