Page 49 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“And what would that be?”

His eyes glinted, his face eager to know more. I didn’t want to fucking tell him anything about our sex life, but Avery’s life was fucking on the line and so was mine. If I could keep him talking and get him to drop his fucking guard, then I’d have the upper hand. I worked my wrists in the cable tie, testing their strength a little as I leant forward to disguise my action.

“She likes being dominated, told what to do and when to do it. She likes it rough and dirty. She screams when I tie her up and fuck her ruthlessly. She loves every part of it. And you know what the best bit is, Frazier? I’m the first one she let into that tight little virgin arse of hers. Took some persuasion, but it was worth it. She begs for it now. Gets down on her hands and knees and begs me. She’s so desperate for my cock and the things I do to her, she can’t help it. She’s addicted to me.”

I felt so fucking sick saying these things about my wife. Whilst some of it was true, the way I’d said it made it sound like I was some sick bastard who didn’t care anything about her. I loved her so fucking much and the fact that she even let me do any of that to her, that she enjoyed it, it made me insanely fucking lucky.

I watched his expression grow gleeful as if what I was telling him made him happy.

“I knew she’d be a dirty little slut. I have to thank you, Aiden. Trained her to be the perfect whore. When Tristan’s broken her in, she’ll be a toy for us to share.”

Bile rose up in the back of my throat. Neither of those fucks were going to get their dicks wet in my wife. Fuck. I couldn’t stand this. His words fucking killed me. The thought of him going anywhere near Avery made me want to tear his head from his neck.

“Good luck with that. She’s tougher than she looks. You think she hasn’t seen what you’re capable of? She has. She’s seen it all. She won’t go down without a fight. I admire her spirit even if she’s Mitchell’s daughter.”

Frazier stopped pacing, putting a hand on his chin.

“I’m sure Tristan is capable of handling her. I taught him well.”

I shrugged.

“All I’m saying is, don’t underestimate her.”And don’t underestimate me either.

He turned his back on me. Big fucking mistake. He should’ve kept both eyes on me at all times. It was time to fucking end this sick shit’s life and get my wife. I’d stalled long enough. Avery didn’t have time for me to keep Frazier chatting all night. I needed to get to her and rip Tristan a new one.

I pulled my wrists apart. The cable tie dug into my skin, but I ignored the pain. It strained for several moments, trying not to buckle under the onslaught, but I worked out every single fucking day. I wasn’t going to let a stupid piece of plastic stop me from getting to my wife.

When it snapped, it made a slight noise. Frazier began to turn around, but I was faster. I stood, tugged the chair up, slipping the cable ties around my ankles off the legs and stepped forward. I swung the chair around and it connected with his chest. He let out a grunt, stumbling backwards. I was on him immediately, tackling him to the ground. He tried to raise the gun. I knocked it out of his hand, sending it skittering across the floor.

His dark eyes were full of shock and rage. He shoved against me, but I was bigger and stronger than him.

“Get the fuck off me,” he grunted.

He bucked wildly and clocked me on the side of the head. I reared back, the pain radiating across my ear. The momentary distraction allowed him to struggle out from under me. He tried to crawl towards the gun, but I grabbed hold of his ankle and dragged him back towards me.

“You’re a fucking dead man, Frazier.”

I wrestled him into sitting position and locked my arm around his neck, squeezing. He flailed against me, trying to dislodge me but I had him held too tight.

“I’ve got some news for you. Avery isn’t my whore. She’s my wife. You and your son just wanted her for her money. Don’t think we don’t know about the trust fund clause. You were stupid enough to think she’d marry your son and give you what you wanted. Newsflash, that’s never fucking happening because right here, right now, I’m going to kill you. Just like I killed Mitchell and Kathleen.”

He struggled harder and I tightened my grip, cutting off his airway. His hands clawed at my arm.

“That’s right, Frazier. It was me. I murdered them in cold fucking blood and I took their daughter captive. I only meant to use her to take you and the rest of the fucking Daniels down. Turns out, Avery is everything I never knew I needed. She’s the bravest fucking girl I’ve ever met. She’ll put up a fight with Tristan. She won’t let him use her. Trust me on that. It’s too fucking bad for you that you’ll never get to watch her destroy everything you and your sick fucking friends built.”

His movements were becoming weaker. This wasn’t how I usually took people out, but he’d made me so fucking angry. He was the sickest mother fucker I’d ever met. What he did to women was disgusting. Even my sick fuck of a father didn’t torture the women he raped. Frazier loved to cut them, drill into their bones, slice pieces of their flesh from their bodies before he fucked them. He got off on having their blood all over him. Sick fuck.

“We’re going to rid the world of all the scum like you. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as Avery. You’re a disgusting excuse for a human being.”

I watched his eyes bulge in their sockets as I took away his last breath. He lost consciousness, but I kept my arm across his throat. I kept strangling him until I knew he was dead. Only then did I drop the sick fuck to the floor. He lay there, his eyes wide and unblinking. It wasn’t enough. I needed to make sure he wouldn’t fucking be able to get back up ever again.

I walked over to where the gun lay on the ground. If I picked that up, my fingerprints would be all over it. I’d have to dispose of it, but I was fucking done. I squatted down and collected it off the ground. Straightening, I turned. Frazier was still flat out on the floor. Not breathing.

I raised my hand, aimed and fired. The sickening sound of the bullet piercing his skull rang in my ears.

He was dead.

Frazier Shaw was fucking dead.

And I was fucking glad of it.

Now, it was time to take out his mother fucking son. If he’d managed to fucking rape my wife, I’d lose my fucking mind. I didn’t have time to think like that. I had to get to her. I had to keep Avery safe.

I stormed out of the room. I’d fucking clean this shit up later. I ran through the house, searching for where he might have taken her. Then I heard screaming upstairs followed by silence.

I ran as fast as my legs could fucking carry me, taking the stairs two by two. I had to get to her. I had to fucking stop this.

And when I threw open the door to the bedroom, the scene I was met with shook me to my fucking core.

“Avery?”

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