Page 157 of Unravelling The Beast

As I continue, he purses his lips in irritation and looks away.

"You have three seconds to give me the correct location or I'll blow her brains out here in front of you."

"One.."

His frantic eyes return to mine as I press the gun to her head.

“Two..”

Savannah screams in fear as she trembles against me.

“Daddy, just fucking tell him!”

Just as I’m about to say three, he finally shouts.

“The abandoned jail in New Jersey!”

I return my gun to him and narrow my eyes.

“You wouldn’t fucking lie to me now, would you, Royce?”

He slowly shakes his head with petrified eyes.

"Is that old cunt there?"

"When I spoke with him, he said he was on his way there, but it would be a brief visit since there is an Elite meeting tonight."

My brow raises and I observe him as I respond.

"Oh yeah, and what the fuck is this meeting about?"

He is hesitant to answer at first until he finally says the one word.

"You."

My jaw tightens in aggravation as I stare at him before suddenly aiming my gun at his knees and shooting both of them without warning, forcing him to cry out and slump to the floor.

With Savannah screaming in my ear, I then aim for his eyes and speak through tight teeth.

"When I take over New York because I certainly fucking will, I won't be needing snakes like you."

He looks at me with terror in his eyes, his hands up in surrender, but I pull the trigger without hesitation, watching the bullet pierce the center of his forehead.

"Nooo!"

As Savannah screams in despair, his heavy, dead body falls forward, and I swiftly return the gun to the side of her head, causing her to shriek and freeze.

As I speak in a harsh, chilling tone, I cast a glance down at her side profile.

"I told you never to push me, Sav. Now, maybe you'll all take my word for it, won't you? But don’t worry, both of our Daddy’s die tonight.”

When she stays silent, I give a head gesture.

"Now show me where your fucking dining room is."

I keep my arm securely over her neck as she takes hesitant steps forward on wobbly legs. She sobs as we pass her father's lifeless body, and I feel sickly satisfied that I killed the bastard right in front of her.

I push her towards a chair as soon as we enter the dining room, and when it's within my grasp, I pull it out.

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