ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 47: ★Traitors★

Chapter 47: ★Traitors★

~Chapter 47~

ROMEO

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Walking out the car, the morning sun cleared the road as I walked with heavy feet and a scowling face that reflected the turmoil brewing inside,

My eyes narrowed into slits as my finger rested lightly on the trigger. My gun was at ready to shoot those incompetent fools, who couldn’t burn a house with someone in it.

And to make matters worse, they had double-crossed me, aiding my enemy’s escape from the death I had ordained for him

How dare they?

Antonio fell into step beside me, his eyes drafting on and off me with both concern and caution. He knew I was beyond angry and he knew when to shut it.

The front door swung open, pushed by the guards who nodded their respect as we passed.

Their deference was a reminder of my power and authority, and I accepted it as my due, my anger and resentment burning brighter with every step.

The eight-hour car ride back to my estate felt like an eternity, but I knew it could have taken longer if James hadn’t floored it.

He knew me well enough to recognize the signs of my simmering rage, and he wisely chose to get me home as quickly as possible.

Boris? Boris Volkov’s name repeated in my mind fueling my fury.

That bastard was supposed to be dead, but somehow he’d managed to cheat fate once again.

And I was damned sure he’d had a hand in the ambush, Ivan was likely involved as well, those two were thick as thieves, and I couldn’t wait to make them pay, specifically Ivan, that monster was a snake who hides and let’s his pawns do his biddings.

"Bring me the bastard daughter," I barked orders at Antonio, striding towards the basement, my footsteps bouncing off the walls.

I didn’t bother with the elevator, my mind consumed by visions of torture and retribution.

The need to make them suffer, to make them beg for mercy, was cursing through me and I wanted his daughter to watch it all.

I stormed down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, as Antonio peeled off to attend to his tasks.

Two men stood at attention outside the door and they nodded curtly as I approached, their hands moving in to push open the door that concealed the traitors.

I stepped into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. Five figures were tied to chairs, their eyes wide with terror as they took in my imposing form.

My gaze swept across their faces, lingering on the pleading expressions, the gagged mouths, and the quivering bodies.

Good! They knew they were doomed, and they knew they deserved it. But before I ended their miserable lives, I needed entertainment.

My gun hand rose, the muzzle pointing at the first traitor, not even bothering to look at his face, didn’t care to know his name or his story.

He was nothing to me, just a disposable pawn in a game he didn’t even understand.

Bang! The first gunshot echoed through the room, as the ugly traitor’s body slumped forward, his head lolling to one side like a broken toy.

I strode to the second traitor, his quivering form almost made me laugh as I posed my question.

"Who’s dying next?" The traitors exchanged terrified glances, their bodies shaking violently as they struggled against their restraints. Oh fuck them, they could have thought this through before dreaming of betrayal.

They all shook their head in denial of death as I sauntered over to the table. I was in no hurry to end their lives.

Oh no, I was going to savor every moment of their agony. They had failed me, and now they would pay the price.

"You all got guts, I’ll give you that," I sneered, my gaze sweeping across their petrified faces. "Being a traitor takes courage, or maybe just stupidity."

I dropped my gun onto the table and my eyes landed on my trusty vest, adorned with an array of torture tools, my playground.

This was going to be a wild time. My gaze settled on Chopper, my favorite knife, I named it chopper and we go a long way back~Tsk, the good old time~.

Chopper sleek design and razor-sharp edge made it the perfect instrument for inflicting pain.

I picked up Chopper, swirling it around my hand with a joy.

A grin spread across my face as I turned to face the shaking traitors. Their eyes widened in terror as they took in the sight of my baby. Their minds must be racing with the horrors I was about to unleash upon them.

Strolling back to the traitors, my footsteps were slow like a snail. I wanted them to know that their deaths wouldn’t be swift or merciful, unlike the hideous first guy I’d shot.

No, their demise would be a prolonged, agonizing spectacle.

As I approached my first victim, I saw the terror etched on his face. His eyes bulged, and his body shook violently, straining against his binds.

He was going to be an example to the others, a demonstration of the horrors that awaited them.

I didn’t bother asking questions about their betrayal or how Boris managed to escape with their help.

The deed was done, and now it was my turn to exact revenge. The first guy’s muffled voice was barely audible, a pitiful whimper that I had no interest in hearing.

I didn’t care about his excuses or pleas for mercy; all I cared about was making him suffer.

My hand tightened around the hilt of Chopper as I finally reached him.

"I never deemed you to be a traitor, Sam," I said, slowly circling him.

The other traitors watched in horror, knowing they were next. "Betraying me is the most stupid thing to do, you know," I continued, rolling chopper against his shoulder.

"You’d think you’d know better than to cross me, sam" I drawled out his name, stopping at his back and I looked down at him as he struggled to locate me in the dimly lit room.

His eyes darted wildly, but I remained just out of sight, my presence marked only by the sound of my heavy breathing.

Raising Chopper near his ear, I whispered, "Is this the ear they whispered to when you were given the job to betray me?" My breath caressed his skin, sending goosebumps raising over his skin.

Without waiting for a response, I began to carve a bloody path around his ear, the knife gliding effortlessly through his skin.