Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 59

VERNERO POV

“SHE IS DYING!” Valerie’s scream jolted me out of my daze pulling me to the moment. My body trembled at the sight of Leigh-Ari who laid limp in our arms, her head cradled in my blood-covered hands.

“You have to let the paramedics take her.” Someone called out pushing me to the side. I robotically stood up and absent-mindedly watched as they strapped Leigh-Ari on the stretcher, rolled it out of the warehouse, and placed her in the back of the ambulance.

The heavy sense of nothingness settled heavy on me, numbing everything from the inside. At that time, my heart stopped beating, my mind stopped running, everything stopped and I seized breathing. In that anathematized minute, I was dead. I wasn’t living. The fire burning inside me had been extinguished, breaking to the ground the very remaining stem of my being when Leigh’s body went limp in our arms.

A very weak, tired hand clasped my shoulder,

“Are you coming?” Enzo inquired in a very broken voice. My dazed ass turned and looked at him, his face was red, so flustered and his eyes were so teary like he had just cried buckets. His pain brimmed over, igniting some life inside my numb body.

I stared at him for a good minute and looked at the entrance where they shut the back of the ambulance and took off,

dream. It had to be a dream! There was no way

he informed

of triumph was so evident and loud on his face. I could almost hear his thoughts

the repulsion, the great loathing, the memories of everything he has put me through, the malicious beating and revolting words he barked to me day and night, telling me I was not enough, it all came back and slapped me brutally in my face engulfing me

I have something to take care of.” I announced with a blank face while staring down at Lorik. He had taught me to mask my emotions, he had told me that emotions were for the weak and that he wasn’t going to let his son be

teachings were going to be put

was with him, he needed someone to hold on to. But I couldn’t at the moment, I

Woods,” I called out and picked the chains that Leigh was restricted in, then left the warehouse with my men carrying a

I needed to be near them, to feast off their fear. I needed to

dear father had always thought he was a unicorn farting rainbows and shit. He always believed he is God

hear Enzo’s voice. I was going to make sure that he left this world without seeing his perfect son! A small smirk stretched up on my face, and then

at his screams and make him suffer everything I suffered during my “remodeling phase”. The man in front of him was not his son, no he was not. His son died years ago after being left to die outside for 5 days straight, tied on a post, in the heart of winter under the biting

front of him