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,

felt like a dream. It had to be a dream! There was no way I could have seen Leigh -Ari covered in so much blood, lying limp in my arms. It had to be a

to,” he informed softly

had a big grino n his face. The look of triumph was so

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 whole. My body

Lorik. He had taught me to mask my emotions, he had told me that

his teachings were going to

was with him, he needed someone to hold on to. But I couldn’t at the moment, I had to take care of this, else I didn’t know how I’d

was restricted in, then left the warehouse with my men carrying a very bundled Lorik and Raquel behind. They stuffed

them, to feast off their fear. I needed to feed off their distress because I was going to

of these chains, son.” Lorik’s horrid voice called out and I looked up to find him staring at me. He had that ‘you can’t do anything to me’ look and I so couldn’t wait to show him what I can actually do to HIM. Our dear father had always thought he was a unicorn farting rainbows and shit. He always believed he is God and that he runs the shit. No, that was not the case. His time was over, I was the king, I was the GOD! I ran everything with my brother. Not him. And I was so going to show him all the things I have been willing and dreaming to show

voice. I was

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

man in front of him was someone