Page 153 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

Every sentence boils anger inside me along with the unbearable pain that slams into me wave after wave. It threatens to send me to my knees just imagining what my son experienced, knowing firsthand what it’s like to be at the mercy of greedy, despicable men. He laughs when I step closer to him, snagging a silver blade from the weapon table nearby.

“Your heir became nothing but a dog on a leash. Because I made him one. Come on, Lucian. Stab that dagger in my heart and—”

I punch him in the face, knocking his head back where it slams against the wall, and his nose cracks and several of his teeth fall out.

He cries out in pain, blood filling his mouth, and I deliver another hit, knocking out some more teeth before catching his tongue between my fingers as he thrashes in my hold.

“You cannot put a wolf on a leash, Andreas.” I bring the blade to his tongue, and his eye widen. He shakes his head, trying to close his remaining teeth around me, but it’s useless with his tongue out. “But a piece of shit like you will never understand this concept.” I slowly slide the blade through his flesh back and forth, cutting off his tongue as the blood pours between us, and he whimpers, his eyes wet from tears.

His tongue drops to the floor, and I step on it, twisting my foot while he chokes on the blood, but that’s not enough for me.

I stab my blade into his dick, his screams reverberating off the walls, and now a grin curves my mouth. Ah, finally.

The true beauty in torture lies in the great agony of those who fucking deserve it.

His dick joins the tongue on the floor while blood pours from different vessels, and I go to my weapon table, scanning all the devices on it and wondering what my next pick will be.

After all, I’m just starting.

Picking up a bottle, I turn around to face him again as his eyes plead for me to finally off him, so he won’t experience my wrath, and I almost laugh at this.

God, when he lost his head, he must have forgotten everything about me.

I don’t forget.

I don’t forgive.

I don’t give second chances.

But more importantly?

I show no mercy.

My rage and agony at what he has done to my son will never go away.

“Did you really think you telling me all this would have swayed me to off you sooner?” He blinks in confusion, breathing heavier as I slowly go back to him, my boots thumping on the floor alerting him of my every step as he stills, gauging my next move. “Andreas, you will suffer until the day I die. I will torture you, and then the doctors will patch you back together, only for me to torture you again. Your life will be an endless nightmare filled with gore and pain where salvation doesn’t come or exist.” He shakes his head, mumbling something and coughing. Only to mumble again, pulling at his restraints as if it can help him. “And I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

With this, I toss poison on him as he cries out so hard he probably tears his throat, while I watch his skin slowly get destroyed, sadistic pleasure spreading through my veins.

This will never wipe away the pain he inflicted on my son or countless other children.

However, his suffering will amuse me to no end and finally let me extract true revenge on what he has done.

After all, life is cruel.

And so are we.

Epilogue

“Mi amor…I will love you till the day I die.”

Santiago

Chicago, Illinois

10 years later

Santiago

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