Page 29 of Plunge into Obsession

“Did you think getting the girl to take her clothes off in front of other fuckers would impress me?” I asked, my voice low.

He shook his head, crying harder.

“Did you somehow think that would soften me toward you? Or persuade me to let go of the fact that you have been stealing from me?”

His eyes widened at that, and he freaked out even more, his voice muffled around the cloth.

Estupido.

I would sooner forgive the fact that he had been stealing from me long before I would let go of the fact that he made her go up on stage in that fucking ridiculous getup to take her clothes off.

And I didn’t fucking forgive those who stole from me.

I grabbed his hand and bent his wrist.

He tried to scream. More tears streamed down the side of his face, especially when I felt the bone give way.

He tried to pull away from me.

I smiled.

“Was it this hand that took money from my safe?” I asked. He shook his head. “No? You didn’t?”

I punched him in his right eye.

The chair fell back, and his head bounced on the floor when he hit the ground.

I watched as he lay there, still tied and groaning in pain.

“You’re fucking lucky she didn’t get the chance to take her clothes off in front of those other fuckers. I would have chopped your hands off as punishment,” I said, my voice low.

Instead, he was getting the easy way out.

I placed my foot on his throat and pushed down.

He gasped for breath.

I put more force into my step, and his face took on a red hue before it turned purple and blue. He struggled even more against the bind. I didn’t show any reaction as I pressed down harder and harder, and then…

I felt it when his windpipe gave way.

The reaction was instantaneous.

He stopped struggling, stopped breathing… stopped living.

Johnny walked into the room and waited for me.

I let my emotions control me, otherwise I would have made time to interrogate the fucker. But now he was dead, and there was still this insidious rage inside of me, and nowhere to get rid of it.

Slowly, I pulled my foot away and moved to my desk. Inside the drawers were a clean cloth and an alcohol bottle. I took off my shoe and began meticulously cleaning it. Some of the bastard’s blood had gotten on the tip of it.

“Dispose of the body,” I said.

Johnny nodded and made quick and quiet work. That was why I kept him with me.

I liked the way he worked.

Raphael came into the room while Johnny was dragging the body out. He barely glanced at it before he righted the chair Corey had been in and took a seat.

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