Chapter # 23

“P-Please f-forgive me, Mr M-Moretti..” His begging sound reached my ears as my eyes cascaded down to see him crawling beneath my feet.

I put my one leg over the other and leaned back, watching my men beating him up.

“I-I am so sorry. I-I didn’t know she was your w-wife..” I then took out my gun and motioned my men to bring him close.

I brushed the tip over his sweaty forehead, he was breathless, sweat mixed with tears gleamed down.

I love indulging in this, every reaction I drew out from each victim, gave me pleasure.

“You know what?” I began to say with my voice dangerously low as I moved the gun down to his neck, “I have asked Candice where you touched her..”

“I-I didn’t do it on purpose… Please spare me some mercy, Mr Moretti..” He cried, trying to get out of their grasp.

I stared down at him devoid of any emotion and put the gun over his hand, “From here…”