chapter 61

"You monster!" Hazel screamed in agony as she tried to lose her tightly tied hands.

How the hell could Flynn be so cruel that he could do something so terrifying to the woman he once loved?

"How could you do this to me?! I'll make sure you rot in jail after I leave here. I will file an attempted murder case on you. I will see you to jail with all of the money I have in the world! I swear!" Hazel screamed and Flynn snapped his finger twice and two men hurried forward with a pack of salt, bowl, and water.

"You will see me to jail?" Flynn mocked as he collected the bowl from the guy, placed it on the floor in front of Hazel, and beckoned on the men to begin whatever they were going to do.

"Yes!" Hazel sniffed deeply as she watched one of the two men pour a large quantity of salt into the bowl.

"Wait, do you seriously think I will let you live? For all I know and care about, you murdered my baby, made my wife go through the pain, and had her blame herself for what happened," Flynn said softly.

Gosh, how could a man be this dangerous?!

How could he speak so coolly, when he had hell prepared for all of them?!

"F…Flynn, we can sort this out. What the fuck are you planning on using the salt for? You asshole!" Hazel cried as she watched the men mix water with the salt.

"Have you heard the word, 'salt on injury'? It is kind of a proverb, but I want you guys to have a taste of it," Flynn smiled as he glanced at all of them.

"You are a psycho!" Zach screamed from where he was and Flynn laughed.

"You can say that again, Zach."

"B…boss, I… I can't feel my shoulder anymore!" one of Zach's men, Gerald, screamed in pain.

"Are you going to die already? I wanted to have more fun with each of you. Why are you giving up already? Oh, I know how you can feel the shoulder again," Flynn smiled and beckoned to his men who hurried towards the man and rubbed the mixture of the salt and water on his shoulder.

"Wow, I guess you can't feel the shoulder anymore. This won't do," Flynn faced his man behind him, snatched the gun from his pocket, then released a shot directly on Gerald's chest, who dropped dead immediately.

"Ah!" Hazel screamed as she felt the sound from the gunshot pierce through her ears and soul.

Everyone in the building suddenly went noiseless, there was no groaning from Hazel, Zach, and the rest of his men as they all swallowed the pain they were feeling at the moment.

Not even in their wildest dreams have they imagined Flynn went fury to the extent of killing someone.

Of course, Zach knew the kind of person was, he knew he could kill anyone. After all, he was a mafia. But, he never imagined he was going to lose it over his woman.

If he knew things were going to end this way, he might never have thought of standing up against this man, who was a perfect definition of hell.

Well, Hazel had never seen the man she once love get so mad like he was now, not to talk of killing a human. Of course, she had heard a rumor of him being a mafia lord, but she had never believed it. Even if she had believed it, she had never imagined that the man whose smile was so heavenly, the man that she once loved deeply or so, the man that had once loved her would dive a knife right in her leg. Maybe she should have never listened to Zach, no, maybe she should have never planned further. Maybe if she had never come back to LA as she had planned, maybe all of this would never have happened.

Maybe Flynn will kill her, or maybe he would not. SHE FUCKING DOES NOT KNOW!

Damn! She had lost everything. Everything.

How much she regret crossing path with this son of a devil.

Hazel jerked back to reality as she felt the stabbed wound on her leg burning freaking hot.

She looked down to see Flynn pouring the mixed salt on her wound which burnt so much that she wished she died.

The media wasn't joking when they said he was ruthless!

While everyone was screaming in pain, the big door of the building opened and Devon entered with the laboratorist whose name was Sander. While Devon pushed him inside and turned to lock the door, Sander dashed towards Flynn with anger plastered across his face.

"Are you the boss?!" he asked, walking towards Flynn in anger.

"Am I the boss?" Flynn chuckled slightly as he watched the man marching towards him.

"Who the hell do you think you are to bring me here?" Sander rolled his sleeve like he was ready to attack the intimidating man in front of him. As he raised his hand to slap Flynn, Flynn caught his hand then punched him on his stomach two consecutive times and watched him fall on the ground.

"Wait, is that all you've got?" Flynn smirked, walked towards him, and pulled him up with his collar.

"Do you recognize this face?" Flynn asked.

Sander sighed deeply, before he left his house in the morning, the tip of his teacup broke while he was drinking coffee. He should have known it was a bad sign. How the teacup could break while he was drinking his tea was a bad omen.

"You do not?" Flynn jerked him back to reality.

"I don't know you. Don't hurt me, please. I have a very common face, you could have mistaken me for someone else," Sander shivered.

"OH." Flynn nodded his head.

"The man that had a common face, you do not remember me coming over with a girl for a DNA test?" Flynn drawled sarcastically.

"I don't know you so…" Sander widened his eyes as he remembered the man in front of you.

"Do you know me now?" Flynn smiled.

"I swear, bro, I did not mean to do that. I was offered a huge sum of money!" Sander began to cry.

"I like you. Do you know why? Because you said everything without having to stress me so because of that, I will not torture you at all," Flynn patted his hair.

"Please…" Sander whimpered.

Flynn beckoned to Devon who understood the gesture, collected Sander from his boss then went to tie him to a chair.

"Actually, guys, I want to end things faster. As you know, I am just getting better and I've missed the warmth of my beautiful wife very much. You see, I have missed her being in my arms so I can't wait to finish things off," Flynn said as he clutched his hands on his chest and Devon laughed from where he stood. His boss was really something else.

"Then go to her, let us go, please. We will never come closer to you and your family ever again," Hazel cried.

"Yes! I will leave Los Angeles and never come back," Zach said, obviously tired.

"Of course, that is what you should do. That is why I want to make your journey easier," Flynn smirked threateningly.

"Guys!" Flynn called out and all of his men hurried forward.

"Commence," Flynn said, dipped his hand in his pocket, then stepped backward.

"Yes, sir!" they all chorused in unison.

They all dispersed and began to carry out the orders their boss had given them beforehand. Five men brought out five chairs, loosen everyone that was tied then began to tie each of them to the chair.

"Flynn, what the hell are you planning on doing with us?!" Hazel cried out.

"You wanna know?" Flynn smiled then walked towards them.

"I will make you all burn from your hair to toe," Flynn whispered in Hazel's ear and the Italian widened her eyes in horror.

Flynn moved away and watched his men that entered the building with gallons of petrol.

Hazel, Zach, Sander, and the other men shook their heads in horror.

It better not be what they are thinking!

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"What do you mean by there is nothing you can do about it! You said I could reopen the case if I have enough money!" the woman screamed as she stood from the chair in anger.

"Miss Langford, I didn't promise that. I said there was a chance the case could be reopened, but it has been six years already," the man answered.

"Then are you suggesting I forget about my baby?!" Miss Langford creased her brow.

"I am sorry," the man bowed slightly.

"You have no idea what you are talking about! You might not know, but I am very determined to find my daughter!" the angry woman yelled.

"It has been six years and we haven't found her. You should give up."

"You don't tell me what to do! I have got enough money, I will go find the best detective to go through this case again," with that, Miss Langford stormed out of the small office.

Tara stood by the roadside as she ran her hand through her hair, she was going to get her daughter back by all means.

It has been six years but that daughter of hers still lives in her heart.

As she sighed deeply, she remembered the man she had met earlier at the hotel. With the authority aura he had, he might be someone with connections.

He might be able to help her find her daughter, in return for the reward money he owned her.

Tara Langford spaced out.

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After Flynn's men had poured the petrol at every corner of the building, including on the rest of the men, they stepped backward.

"Flynn, you can't do this!" Hazel screamed as she tried to break loose.

"No one can know this building is on fire early. You might have burnt half to death before anyone finds out. I promised you an excruciating death, and as you all know, I don't go back on my words," Flynn said darkly then turned to walk away, ignoring the screams of his captives.

After everyone had stepped out of the building, Devon handed over a lighter to Flynn with a bow.

Without thinking twice, Flynn lights the lighter, throws it inside the building, closed the door, and then walked away without looking back.

This was the only way he could do his own thing, and God was going to understand.