Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 394

Destination marked: Shanghai.

She screamed something behind the blindfold. Something about their daughter… But it was inaudible at some point.

His entire body jerked against the chains, and his eyes widened just slightly.

A snarl tried to claw its way out of his throat, but the gag turned it into a wet, guttural sound.

I shrugged and kept talking, “We found her. That little island paradise you tucked her into? You thought no one could reach it. Well, Saint did. And he sent her where you always sent the others. Asia. You remember Asia, right?”

I didn’t let the moment linger. I tapped the keyboard again. “Now this one… this one is special.”

The seal of Child Protective Services hovered in the corner of the second clip as a waiting room came into view.

There was a small girl, no more than four. Pale, teary–eyed, with a mop of curly black hair. She sat on a hard bench, hugging a stuffed bear to her chest, her legs swinging just slightly above the floor as two officers coaxed her forward. She looked scared.

A gentle voice said her name, and she turned toward the camera, searching for the voice

“Daddy?” she whimpered, almost hopeful. Her voice cracked on the second syllable.

called again. Her

screen went

Nagel stopped breathing.

veins. His jaw slackened against the gag. And I watched the

the tablet off and handed it back to one of my men. Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out a

was pulled up from an old home video,” I murmured, almost conversationally, as I pressed a

a four–year–old girl – his girl – filled

as the recording came

time since I walked in here, Nagel

Fuck. That was epic.

day you breathe your last in this cage. Alone and abandoned.” I whispered into his ear, “Just to remind you what you lost.

he’d absorb and digest all he’d just seen. And he was taking it all in,

Ty I liked it.

tilting my head slightly. But he looked

meals are timed. Twice a day. Dog food and bread soaked in blood. Some mold, some shit, but all authentic. The very

He retched.

“You’re used to filet mignon and underage flesh. But we’re running a