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Dominic will make him bleed, but he won’t be meeting the Grim Reaper until Dominic decides that he can.

All of us trail from the basement, the new guards stand sentry at the basement door as we leave, closing it after us. The sound of a drill and Keyon’s scream shutting off with the click of the door.

Chapter 9

Dominic

‘Silence – Marshmello & Khalid’

“Is that everything?” I spit at Keyon.

The man before me is a cowering mess and I’ve only been down here an hour. It’s amazing how quickly they want to talk when you introduce a drill to their molars. Painful but nowhere close to ever killing them.

“Yes, yes that’s everything. Please just kill me,” the pathetic man before me snivels, his begging grating on my ears.

“You won’t be meeting death for a while Keyon, not until I’m back and we can have some real fun.”

“But… I told you everything!”

“You did, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go easily. You put my girl in danger Keyon, you allowed her mother to be privy to her most private moments and allowed her to see my Cupcake in her most fragile moment. You won’t get to embrace death until you are pleading for it, the same way I pleaded for my Cupcake to survive, understand?”

Ignoring the rest of Keyon’s pleas, I wipe down my hands and climb the stairs from the basement. Keyon’s shouts, begging me to not leave him behind sound behind me. The darkness inside of me begging me to go back down and finish him off, but I shake that off knowing I need to be somewhere.

Stopping for a quick shower, I wash away the blood splatter from my face and arms, my eyes fixated on the crimson liquid trailing down my body into the drain. I wish I could wear it, to show my Cupcake the blood I spilled in her name.

He dared to harm her.

Maybe not physically but he gave Jane that access to her, to everything that happened in that room. Deciding that I need to get the information to the others so I can get out of here, I quickly wash my body and jump out.

Dressed and clean from any blood, I make my way to the sitting room where the others are waiting. Their anxious eyes trail me as I walk in. Stopping by the sofa, I cross my arms over my chest instead of sitting. I plan to leave as soon as this is done.

“Well?” Kelvin demands.

“He planted the camera and said it was the only one. Jane is working with the Wedgewoods again, apparently they offered Keyon good money to plant the camera in her room,” I tell them.

“Why not anywhere else in the house?” Atlas questions, his face contorted in fury.

“Because he had some sense and didn’t want to cross the boss.”

“Too late for that. Is he dead?” Kelvin asks, his fists clenched at his side.

“Not yet, I have a plan for him.”

“Do you want to fill us in?” Zander enquires, his eyebrow raised.

“Nope,” I say, popping the P, “Expect a few visits from Doc for ourroommateuntil I’m back.”

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I need to leave for a bit.”

I’m intentionally being short with them; they don’t need to know the reason why I’m leaving and it’s nothing they haven’t dealt with before.

Before my Cupcake came along, I would disappear for weeks, needing the space to try to get some of my humanity back. Down in that basement I lose myself and I struggle to bring myself back, but Keyon let some very valuable information slip. Something I have no intention of letting the others know because it will fuck everything up. So I’m going hunting, and what better way than that, than by blending in.

Throwing a notepad on the coffee table, I nod to it.

“That’s a list of the guards they’ve bought from you, get rid of them but keep Keyon alive down there, no matter what he says. Jane also paid off Autumn’s therapist who turns out to be Keyon’s wife, feel free to get rid of her too while I’m away.”

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