Page 192 of Intense
I shake my head, picking up the scalpel from the side.
“Tell me about the others. How many more have there been?”
She sucks in a breath as I brush the blade along her throat. I assess her, the way her body is trembling in fear.
“Ten?”
She says it as if it’s a question.
“You don’t keep count? Don’t lie to me.”
“Ten,” she says more confidently.
“The others, who were they?”
I continue to drag the metal along her skin, down her stomach.
“Either men I recognized from my past or assholes like the one who you beat the shit out of at the club. Men who don’t understand the word no.”
I bite back a grin.
I like this side of her. This murderous one. Who strongly believes what she’s doing is right.
And in my book, it is. I’m fully behind it.
I’d encourage it.
It’s everything I would want in a wife.
But the betrayal—that is what is fueling me.
“Tell me about the man you killed in the hospital recently. I’ve never killed at work, Stephanie. Ever. It’s too risky. Yet, you did it again. Why?”
She pauses, her heart rate dramatically climbing.
There is no rhythm to her kills. Her first one was in the hospital, yet it seems she then went back to the strip club to find the other victims. She’s clever enough to know not to do it at work.
That she would get caught. Yet something made her be reckless. That isn’t my Stephanie.
“I knew him from before,” she says quietly.
I arch a brow, turning the dial up on the remote and pressing it. Her back arches and she screams out.
My cock fucking twitches, and my heart breaks all in one.
“Do you remember the fucking rules?” I spit.
“Y-Yes.”
“You didn’t know him, did you?”
Backing away from her, I go to my jacket and pull out the watch that the twins have recovered from her house.
I hold it up in front of her face with a wild smirk.
“This man was not part of your history. Was he?”
She shakes her head.
