Page 31 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

Raz laughed, a dark and bitter sound that filled the air between them. Trevor looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Raz continued to laugh.

Trevor chuckled nervously and asked, "Did I say something funny?"

Raz nodded, noting that he didn't feel any pain anymore. The pill had worked.

"Yes," Raz told him. "You said you didn't want her hurt. But before your divorce, it was you who wanted to kill her, as I recall, for life insurance money. It was you who wanted to sell her to collect money to pay your debts."

Trevor's face flushed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, unable to form any words in his defense.

"Now," Raz growled. "You want me to believe that all of a sudden, you don't want to hurt her. That's funny. It’s funny that you think I’m stupid enough to believe some bullshit like that."

"I'm sorry," Trevor whispered.

"I don't want you to be sorry," Raz told him, laughter fading away, leaving only a look of rage. "I want you to be in pain."

The color drained from Trevor’s face. "You said you’d let me go and...."

"You’re right. I said I'd let you go," Raz stated, slowly approaching Trevor. "And I will. I'll let you go to hell, you little bitch." Raz rushed forward.

Trevor tried to run. Raz stalked him down, tackling him to the ground, the act causing a cloud of dirt to kick up around them. He forced Trevor onto his back. Trevor tried to fight back. It was like a baby bird trying to fight a full-grown lion.

His fists rained down on Trevor's face. Raz felt and heard the cracking of the man's nose, blood splattering as it broke from the force of his knuckles. With each punch, he thought of Monique and the bruises he'd seen on her body when he'd checked to make sure she was still alive.

"You hurt her, you sorry excuse for a man," Raz yelled, fist slamming into Trevor's mouth.

Blood coated his knuckles as he slammed them into Trevor's face, mentally counting each bruise he'd seen on Monique and delivering a punch for each one. Trevor had longed ceased moving.

But Raz didn’t. In his rage-filled mind, he heard someone calling his name. It took a few seconds for him to register who was calling out to him.

"Raz!" Rome's shout broke through his haze of anger.

He froze, fist clenched and still hovering above Trevor's bloody face.

"Raz! You said you wanted to take your time with him," Rome yelled, stepping closer. "If you keep this up, you're going to beat him to death right here, right now."

Trevor's chest heaved with each ragged breath, his eyes swollen shut from the brutal assault.Right. A quick death was too good for this bastard. Raz lowered his raised fist and glared down at the bloody mess below him.

Eyes still on Trevor, he asked Rome, "Where's the medical team?"

"On their way. I gave Monique the same pill I gave you. Her pain will be gone soon."

"How..." Raz swallowed, feeling choked up. "How is she?"

"She’ll live. None of her wounds are life-threatening. She’s just in a lot of pain right now. But that will be gone soon."

Raz sighed, closing his eyes, feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. She’d live. His Rosa would live. When he’d seen her on the ground, not moving, he’d thought he might lose her.

But he wouldn’t lose her. His Rosa was still with him. Swallowing back tears, he quickly opened his eyes and pushed his feelings aside. He couldn't let emotions overtake him. Not yet. There was more work to be done.

Pushing himself to his feet, he stood up, then grabbed the front of Trevor's shirt collar and began dragging him back to the warehouse where he could torture the bitch properly.

"Wait," Trevor groaned.

"Hell waits for no one," Raz growled, dragging Trevor along the dirt road.

"If you kill me,” Trevor started, then coughed. “You won't find... her... friends... in time," Trevor groaned.

Her friends?Raz stopped, his gaze jerking to Trevor's car. That's right. Only Monique and Trevor had gotten out of the vehicle.Fuck.He'd forgotten all about her friends.

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