Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

ated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 391

KESTER.

Fuck. Watching Norlan do the devil’s work was like catching God on an off–day. It was

the

kind of thing that made a grown man moan.

I leaned back against the table, where our equipment was lined up, one leg crossed over the other, like I was watching fine art unfold. And in a way, I was.

Norlan had insisted on handling the bystander, since I had a more specific punishment for the one lying on the second slaughter table the skilled videographer – who had already lost his right arm and left leg, almost like I imagined when I paused that filthy video and stared at his smug little face. I’d envisioned his limbs gone. His camera arm, especially.

And now?

He was a fucking masterpiece.

He was better off this way.

Norlan should have taken up a career in the medical field.

“Goddamn, I muttered, a smile spreading across my face. “Norlan, are you sure you’re not a surgeon? Because this shit is precise.”

see how perfectly he sliced off the

keep her dignity…” Norlan whispered

I swear… I swear… I felt the tension snap through

Oh! Fuck! Norlan just sliced off the bastard’s

couldn’t even scream. He just made this wet, retching sound like

five minutes. And believe me when I say Norlan didn’t give him the mercy kill. He left the bastard to

with Norlan? Fuck, no. Happiness was an

fucking proud

prick lying on my slaughter table. His blood

right into action as he shoved the table aside,

sure this

got maybe two minutes before he crashes. Get

a surgeon, two nurses, and

lives and

a hospital, that was needed to … skilled videographer

up in that pain, stare at those missing limbs, and realize his new reality.

blood hrad sprayed across this floor like fucking confetti

characters.” I took a sip of water and checked my

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Impressive.

whose eyes were red and swollen like he was standing before the ruler of hell. And guess

before?

Yeah. You guessed right.