Page 121 of Taming Seraphine

“I don’t know!” he cries.

I step back. It doesn’t matter. One of them is the firm I inherited from Anton. The other firm will waste time looking for non-existent clues. All the vehicles I use are leased using counterfeit IDs and fake number plates. I haven’t been arrested for so much as a parking ticket, so any DNA evidence they find at the scene of the crime won’t get traced back to me.

“Alright,” I turn to Seraphine. “Your turn.”

Rochas glares at me, his eyes wide. “What about the bullet you promised me?”

“There’s one more loose end,” I say as I back toward the counter. “But I’ll let my little apprentice refresh your memory.”

Seraphine advances on Rochas, baring her teeth. What’s left of her self restraint melts away, leaving her eyes blazing with fury.

I lean back, fold my arms across my chest, and enjoy the show. No matter how aroused I get at the sight of her demolishing this man, no matter how much my cock aches for release, and no matter how much Seraphine begs me to stretch the limits of her reward, I’ll stay strong and not cross any more boundaries.

FORTY-SIX

SERAPHINE

Paolo Rochas is as hideous as I remember. His pockmarked face and greasy hair frequented my nightmares of the night he and the others assaulted Mom.

My hatred for him is so strong that my sinuses are filled with the scent of his blood.

“What are you going to do with that drill?” he screams.

“Doesn’t feel so good to be powerless, does it, Paolo?” I hiss through my teeth.

He flinches. “What?”

“You talk about that night so casually, like the most important thing that happened was getting into a car and abducting Gabriel.”

His eyes dart toward Leroi, who’s giving me space to exact my revenge. My lip curls. Does this scumbag think Leroi will come to the rescue just because they’re both men?

“Do you remember Evangeline Capello?”

He swallows, shakes his head, squeezes his eyes shut.

“You should, considering how you choked her with that hideous thing between your legs. What did you say to her?”

His breath hitches, and his body seizes with shudders. I rev up the drill’s motor, making him flinch sideways. He was so arrogant when Dad ordered him to silence her, so proud to open his fly and shove his filthy penis down her throat.

“You don’t get to zone out.” I slap his cheek. “Open your eyes or I’ll drill a hole through their lids.”

His eyes pop open, his features contorting with anguish. “That wasn’t me. It was someone else?—”

“Don’t lie.” I hold the drill bit an inch away from his face and press the trigger with a few warning revs.

He jerks backward and screams. “I was under orders. If I didn’t do it, I would have ended up dead on the floor like Raphael.”

Another lie. My throat clogs with guilt, but I swallow it back. None of this was my fault. I need to focus on the men responsible for Mom’s brutal murder.

“You like it, whore?” I say with a sneer. “You like choking on this huge dick?”

His eyes flash with recognition. “I’m sorry,” he croaks. “I wanted nothing to do with what happened to Evangeline, but I had no choice.”

“Show me.”

He stiffens, his eyes widening.

“I want to see if it’s as big as you boast.”

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