Page 46 of Heart of a Killer

I gently shut the door with my foot behind me and whisper into her ear, “Don’t scream, or I will kill you.” She stiffens in my hold. “Do you understand?”

She urgently nods, and I let her go.

“What do you want with me?” she whimpers.

Gripping her by the shoulders, I look her in the eyes and demand, “Tell me everything you know.”

She shakes her head and my vision rims red.

“You don’t want to test me right now, Angela. You’re not the fucking angel you pretend to be. I see right through you and your shitty fucking makeup,” I snap as I grab her cheeks and squeeze hard, making tears spring to her eyes.

“Okay, please. Don’t hurt me,” she whines through her puckered lips.

“Good. Start talking. Why do you think the doctor is going too far?”

She looks down at the floor, biting her lip in hesitation.

“Talk,” I bark, making her jump.

“Okay. Okay.” She straightens, pushing her shoulders back. “The doctor started treatments on Brie again, and ever since Amanda, I can’t trust him anymore.”

“What do you mean, ‘ever since Amanda’?” My voice goes cold.

Angela doesn’t speak, only closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath.

I grab her throat and pin her to the wall, banging her head as I do, hoping it will knock some sense into her.

“If you don’t answer my questions. I’m going to start breaking your fucking fingers,” I say through gritted teeth.

She’s clawing at my hands, and I release her, letting her drop to the floor.

She holds her neck, coughing. “Wesley was sleeping with Amanda ... claimed it was a part of her treatment ... until we found out she was pregnant,” Angela confesses between gasps. “I was upset and threatened to tell his wife about us and Amanda. I wanted him to stop messing around and be with me. I wanted him to leave his wife, but it backfired. Wes performed an abortion on her.” Angela begins crying at my feet. “When I came in to see him, I swear I didn’t want things to go this way,” she sobs. “He threatened to end our relationship and report me to my job for helping him admit patients that were deemed worthless, patients without a family. He said this was all my fault.”

“It sounds like your fault,” I admit. My jaw flexed at the wordworthless.

“It wasn’t my fault!” she screams. “I love him!”

“Yeah, we will see how much you love him. Continue.”

She looks at me through slitted eyes, gritting her teeth at my nonchalance toward her pain.

I smirk and tower over her. “Continue,” I command.

“He made me help hang her before sending a letter to her family. He wanted enough patients to see her and think she committed suicide in case someone came sniffing around.”

“What about Brie?”

Her jaw flexes at my question. “His treatments for her are much like Amanda’s. I swear she is just sleep-deprived and gets this sleep paralysis demon. At least fifty percent of people in the world have experienced it. I know he’s just trying to fuck around on me, but I won’t let him. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him. Those little girls have nothing on me.”

I chuckle at that, startling her from her inner reflections. Lifting her up by the scruff of her shirt, I throw her against the bed railing.

“You’re not going to rape me, are you?” she cries.

“You? Oh no, little angel. You’re not my type.”

“Wha—Wh-what are you going to do?” She sniffles and wipes her hand over her face.

“We are going to test your loyalties. Kneel down and grab onto the lower railing,” I instruct as I crouch to her level. “If you don’t want me to kill Dr. Wesley Benjamin, youwillhold on and stay still.”

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