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I was ready to kill that fucker when he pulled her near him, but Luke stopped me. I never knew she had been through something like that. I stroked her hair softly while she rested in my arms. "Don't you have work tomorrow, Mr. CEO?" she asked while grabbing me tightly. "June, I am not in a mood to joke around," I said as I pulled her onto my lap properly. "I know that." She finally gave her a small smile, and she tried to ease my brows. Seeing her not smile while she was drunk is something I have never imagined; somehow, it makes my heart hurt.

She falls asleep while hugging me, so I wait for a while, carefully pick her up, and take her into the car. As I was driving, my phone rang, and the caller id was Luke. "Hello?" "Um… "Sorry brother, but I have some bad news," Luke said in a scared voice. "What is it, Luke?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice as low as I can, "that…Sister-in-law's ex ran away from us," he said after taking a while, "What... "How can you let that fucker escape?" I was about to yell at him but stopped when I noticed June's body shiver and the way she crawled up in the seat.

"Do you have her brother?" "Yes." "Good, keep him locked up. I will deal with him later." and… umm… "How's your girl?" "Wait, who are you?" He yelled from the other side, "What have you done to my brother?" "Luke!" "Ahem… Okay, sorry, you caught me off guard. That's why I reacted like that" "Just say me, I don't have any time to waste on you." "Okay, okay. "She is fine. I am with her now." "Good, keep her safe." I hang up the call as we almost reach her house.

"Don… don't…" she murmured something lightly in her sleep, and when I was about to pick her up, she hit my hand and yelled, "Don't touch me... please." Tears kept falling down her cheeks. I will sure kill that fucker once I get my hands on him. "Kitten." I patted her head as I kept calling her, "Kitten, no one's going to hurt you. I am here for you." Soon her body relaxed, and that's when I picked her up and took her into her house.

After making sure that she is sleeping peacefully, I head out. I pull my phone out, and I was about to call Matthew but stopped when I saw the time—it's almost four thirty in the morning. Um, I started the car and called the guy who is probably awake at this time, "Josh, I need some details about a person." "Mr. Watson, its rare that you called me directly, and as usual, direct on the point, that's one of the reasons why I like you." "Shut up, I don't have his full name; his name is Mike, but he is related to... my wife." "Wait, didn't you guys divorce already?" I can hear typing sounds from the other side; it's good that he knows I hate chit chat. "None of your business." "Okay, sorry, so... Mike… "I have three people under the name Mike; I will text you all of their details."

"Good call, Matthew, in the morning to get your pay." I hung up the call and went through the details of every man named Mike Barker, nope, not this one. I went to check the other guy, Mike Harrison, but not this one either, so it must be the last one, Mike Miller. It looks like he is from a rich family, so why would he need money from June? Wow, he is a trash, has been with multiple numbers of girls, and has some good details to get arrested, but who's going to involve police in this matter?

But where is he now? He must be injured too badly to even walk properly.

Let us wait for a while; he will surely show himself. "Mason, keep an eye on June from afar. If anything happens to her, I will—" "I know, boss you will kill me; don't worry, I will not let anything happen to her." I am sure now that he is keeping an eye on her, but I can't erase the feeling that something will go wrong.

"I went to the warehouse that's kept a secret from the family and only known by a few people. "Boss, the lieutenant sent us a gift earlier," they probably talking about June's brother, and when I walked into the room, he was already half dead. "Boss, he's very weak. He pissed himself when I just hit him once." Rogan sure understood his assignment, and I am pleased to see the look on Javier's face. "Who...Who are you?" he tries to say while panting.

I walk towards him and pull him up, "Your worst nightmare." I never thought June was facing so much while she was with me; she never even complained about anything to me, unlike someone who would run to me with every small problem. It made me mad even more; she acted like everything was fine. I knew she has a brother but never met him, until now. Her mother said he's busy with some studies or something so I never looked into him. "What have I done?" he breathes heavily. "Rogan, leave the room." "Yes, boss, I like this place. I can do anything in this room, and no one would know about anything." "Let me go," Javier said as I was tying him up on the chair, "it just started, you have a long way to go." I remove my jacket and phone with my watch and place them on the table.

"So how do you want to start?" I look back at him, "I can talk... "Please don't hurt me," he begged, but it doesn't matter anymore, "one, You hurt what's mine." I walk towards him with a hammer in my hand. "Who?" he asked, "June, you and your mother have been torturing her for so long right." I sat in front of him, bringing the hammer in between us. "How... how do you know that?" He looks between me and the hammer in my hand. "For someone who's dying, you sure talk a lot." "Don't do it" he was shivering like a rat, this is the part I love the most when they shiver in fear like a dying rat,

"Tell me where the other guy is." I parted his fingers from each other and waited for his reply, but he didn't answer fast. I hit his index finger as hard as possible with the hammer, and he cried out so loud that it made my ears hurt. "Shut up or else I will hit you again." He quickly closed his mouth but kept crying, "don't make me repeat myself again." "I don't know... where is he?" he said while crying. "Really?" "Ye, yes," he said.

"Okay, next question," he flinched, "what are these?" I showed him the pictures I got from the CCTV cameras; they were old, but when he saw them, he said, "That's not what it looks like," "Oh, really, so tell me what it is," "I was... angry because she didn't pay me the amount I asked her," and bang, I hit his middle finger. "Does that give you the right to hit her?" How many times have you hit her?" "I am sure it's not the first time," "I... am sorry," his voice is dry by now and he didn't yell loudly, "I asked you how many times have you hit her?" "I don't remember," I hit his remaining finger and without giving a shit about the blood,

I hit his knees this time and said, "This is nothing; I am going easy on you just because you are her brother." I got up, took the whip with the blades on it, and hit him as hard as I could. My anger took over, and I hit him so many times that every time I pulled the whip, his flesh came with it. The room was filled with his voices and cries. I didn't realise how long I have torturing him, he was barely breathing on the ground while tied on the chair,

"I would have killed you earlier if I knew this before," I sat in front of him as I said it, "please, just kill me," he begged me to kill him so many times now, "at the start you wanted to go out and live, what happened to that?" I stepped my foot over his head, "just kill me and end this," he's barely audible.

"What I said is I am your worst nightmare; let me enjoy myself," he said, but before I could speak to him again, he died beneath my foot. "Fuck," I growl and hit the wall next to me. I place back the whip and other tools on the table, and when I saw the time on my phone, which got lit up from a message, it was almost three o'clock; shit, I took this long to torture some useless shit. My eyes widen when I see Mason's message, "Boss, I have failed the task." Miss June is missing. I--" I could read the full message, and when I was going to take my phone, I stopped. My hands were covered in blood, so I quickly washed them in the sink and opened the chat.

I continued the message, I looked away for a minute, and when I looked back, she was nowhere to be seen. "I almost broke my phone from the grip, so I called June. My anxiety grows as she takes her time to pick up the call, "Hello?" She finally picked up, "Where are you?" I asked as I walked towards the door. "Um, I just got home," she said while panting. "Did you run?" "How do you know?" she asked. "Take a deep breath." "Um, When I went out, there was a..." Some big guy was following me. "before he could do anything, I rushed back home," she said while taking deep breaths.

"What am I going to do with you?" "You scared the shit out of me," I let out a relief breath, "he was trying to protect you; I have assigned a bodyguard." "But I don't need protection," she said in an irritated voice. I didn't replied to her but said something "Kitten, make me something; I am hungry." I stopped at the door, looked back at her brother lying down on the floor lifelessly, "Are you coming home?" It has been so long since I have heard that word from her, and somehow my whole body feels warm. "Yes, I am " "Okay, I will cook something, " she hangs up the call, and I walk out of the room.

Rogan was waiting in the living room and got up when I walked towards him. "Did you have fun?" he asked me when he looked at me covered in blood. "You can say that, clean the room while I take a shower." "Yes," he quickly went, and I walked into the shower, took a hot shower, and cleaned all the blood from the body.

When I walk out Rogan has taken care of the room, and he even sprayed air freshener, "I will be going now take care as you always do" I took my keys and walk out.