Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 392

He was shaking. And the worst part? Ite wasn’t shaking because he was sorry, but because his soul recognized mine.

Predators know when they’re prey.

She said ‘Please.” 1 paused, “And what did you do?”

Silence.

1 got up and paced behind him, “Let’s give you something to watch,” I whispered, sliding the headset over his head and securing the straps “Don’t worry. Wi not porn. It’s better.”

One of my men handed me the tablet, and I eagerly clicked on ‘play.‘

Saint had done a great job stitching together the kind of videos that ruin a man permanently. He dropped every single one of them in my email.

Videos of Kex laughing as he raped multiple young girls, sneering as he handed these girls over to traffickers like meat to the slaughter, grinning bruised teenagers were dragged out of vans by men with dead eyes…

There was even a clip where he slapped a crying teenager and told her, “No one’s coming for you. Your father already sold you to me.

There was another where he bragged on the phone about bribes paid to officers, judges, and anyone who could’ve helped those girls.

Saint gave me the faces of real victims. Names. Places. Dates. Enough to build cases in ten countries.

The videos played, and I could see the many questions in Kex’s eyes.

“Wondering how these videos were gotten?” I scoffed and shook my head, “News flash. Tech has gotten a lot better these days.”

I had Baron roll a mirror in. Seven feet tall, chrome–edged, and clean enough to reflect your sins in 4K. It stood directly in front of Rex, angled just right every inch of his broken, bloodstained body stared back at him.

I wanted him to watch the trembling of his own shoulders, and the ruin of his jaw held in place by bones and stubborn breath. I wanted him to see the Rith behind his eyes, the crusted blood around his mouth, and the cowardice leaking out of him like spoiled meat.

look like shit,

his ear. “All that power. All those threats. And look at you.

behind the brace, something between a sob

Norlan said, casually crossing his one leg over the

ready – crushed glass, the scalpel, a

words to cut her soul, didn’t you?” I murmured, rolling up my sleeves. “Let me dull the edges of your

open, and he tried to bite. So I punched him hard, until blood flooded his mouth. He sagged. And then I took the small steel spoon, scooped up the powdered glass, which was finely mixed with wolfsbane, and pushed it

thrashed and screamed through his nose. And I loved

Fucking satisfying.

dug/in, and shredded

tongue writhed Aike it was trying

1/3

Chapter 392

get to speak ever again,” I whispered. “You don’t get to charm, manipulate, throw orders around, make retten deals, or even scream for help anymore.” I smiled while delivering the

sliced it out

made sure of it. The ketamine drip was balanced perfectly to keep his mind

the wound, he

the fun part? He

In the mirror.

And in perfect detail.

stench of burnt flesh coated my nostrils like smoke at

I hadn’t even started on

took the scalpel next. Perfect

punish fingers by cutting them off. No. That’s way too quick. You punish fingers by making them

with touching what’s mine? Let’s make sure you’d never touch

one, I slid the blade under his nails, lifted them slowly, and peeled the skin back from each digit. The nerves fucking screamed for

looked into the mirror with

I watched him watch it happen. And

gurgles. Gurgles and shudders. His eyes were wide open, fixed

But it was.