Chapter 35
That little slut Chloe had been trying to get in my way for a long time now. She was my wife's daughter, and she'd always been a pain in the ass, constantly interfering in my business with her mother. I was tired of her, and soon I'd find a way to get rid of the brat.
Then one day, she got bold and caught me off guard.
I didn't expect her to come home early from school and find me attacking her mother.
Scarlett was my wife, so it was only fair she give me what I deserved.
She'd started pushing me away constantly, saying she wasn't in the mood for sex or that she had a headache.
I'll admit I had my girls on the side, but my wife had to fulfill her role—I wouldn't accept anything less.
I didn't care if she was indisposed or didn't want to fuck; she was obligated to give me her pussy.
And at that moment I was ready to have her, when suddenly, that damn brat showed up and attacked me from behind...
Even in prison, I knew everything that was happening outside. I always had my informants and was just waiting to get out so I could have my revenge.
“Easy now, brat...” I murmur to myself as I drag on the cigarette and watch the smoke dissipate in the damp air of the cell. “You're going to pay dearly for putting me in here.”
The bitter taste of nicotine barely eases the rage growing inside me.
The cramped cell, the dirty walls, the unbearable smell of this hole...
All of it fuels my hatred. I spent weeks planning a way to escape, and with great effort, my brother managed to do the impossible: get me out of this hell.
The same hell that woman sent me to, thinking I'd rot here, locked up in this jungle of stone.
She thought she'd beaten me, that justice had finally caught up with me.
Poor thing. She doesn't know who she's dealing with.
I'd spent my entire life bribing cops and federal agents, but in here things don't work that way.
No deals, no favors. Just pain and silence.
But my time here was running out, and my escape was close.
When I was free, she was going to pay for every second she made me lose.
I take the last drag, burning it down to the filter, and throw the butt on the floor, crushing it with the toe of my boot.
During my brother's last visit, he gave me all the coordinates. I just had to wait. Finally, the day came. The penitentiary walls were high, with guards positioned at every corner. Getting out of there was impossible, but not for my brother. I trusted him and waited.
One beautiful day, I hear helicopters approaching and a loud siren going off. That's when it all started. I tried to shield myself from the gunfire while guards fell from the watchtowers and others tried to herd us back into the cells. When I looked up, I saw a rope being thrown down.
I thought that kind of rescue only existed in movies, but there it was.
My brother and my men were there. When I saw that small rope ladder, I ran and threw myself onto it, and they lifted me up immediately.
I heard shots being fired and suddenly felt an almost unbearable pain pierce through my body—I'd been shot.
I no longer had the strength to hold onto the rope, so I wrapped myself completely in it. That's when I realized I recognized the place—my house, or rather, the base where I hide when someone gets suspicious of my activities.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, my body went limp. But there were people waiting for me, including my private doctor. They immediately put me in a car and headed into the woods, to the entrance of my hideout. I was being treated by Dr. Arns when my brother arrived.
“It's good to have you back, brother.”
“I want to know everything. Tell me where that bitch is. When I find her, I'm going to tear her apart, chop her into a thousand pieces, and throw her to my dogs. But first, of course, I'm going to have a little fun. I've always wanted that slut.”
“In this folder, you'll find everything. I put one of our men on her trail. At first, it was really hard to find her, but after she started dancing at a nightclub, she became the talk of the place. So we went there to check it out, and sure enough, there she was: practically naked, dancing on a pole. Quite a sight.”
“And my daughter, Elena... I don't want anyone laying a hand on her. I want to handle this personally. Of course I'll need you guys to help me get close, but when I have them in my hands...” I stop talking and start imagining what I'll do to those two.
“Your wound is deep, sir. I recommend you take a few days to rest. After that, you'll be good as new.”
“How many days do I need to fully recover?”
“At least twenty days, sir.”
“Okay... in twenty days, we leave for London.”
I say, already getting up from the stretcher and walking with considerable difficulty.
Those twenty days were long, marked by an unbearable urge to rush to London.
But I knew I couldn't just go there and grab them.
I needed a plan, and the first step was bringing my lawyer with me.
Through Elena, I'd be able to reach Chloe.
I finally arrived in the city I'd been waiting for.
Already on European soil, I booked a hotel in central London.
From what I'd learned, that was where the tourists gathered.
After settling in, I started walking around the city, getting to know the area.
I knew where they were, but I wouldn't go directly there—I needed Elena first. So I started observing everything.
Then one day, Chloe saw me. Damn, it wasn't the right time yet.
I was sitting in a restaurant, wearing a cap with my head down.
Just as she was looking in my direction from a distance, my brother called out to me.
Now she knows I'm here. Either way, I'll keep watching them, looking for the best way to reach Elena.
Chloe is pregnant—the bitch is having a bastard. Still, maybe I can make some good money off her. Elena has cancer, but I don't care. I always wanted a boy, so since Scarlett gave me a girl, I'll do to her what I do to everyone who gets in my way.
Finally, the entire plan was ready; now I just had to wait for Elena to go to the hospital, and then I’d grab her.
I was tired of waiting. I thought about breaking into their house, but I wanted more of a thrill.
That’s why I decided to do it this way. When I found out about the little slut’s pregnancy, I was happy—I could still make good money off this.
So, with plenty of patience, I settled in to wait.
We were all just waiting for the right moment. When it came, I’d decide what to do with the two of them. I just needed to wait for the little bastard to be born; after that, she’d be ready for what I had planned for her.
I smirk. I have so many plans for her that I don’t even know where to start. But my only thought right now is having her here, by my side, even against her will. I know she hates me, and that day is getting closer and closer, making my anticipation grow.
Chloe Brooks, your time is coming!
Your happy days are numbered...