CHAPTER THREE
Christian was sitting at his desk in his private office watching a video he had secretly made of him and Sara having s*x. He was torn between arousal and wanting her dead. The excitement of meeting “X” a couple of days ago had started to wear off and he had wondered occasionally if he would miss her. It’s her own fault. She is an ungrateful b***h. Who does she think she is, blocking me? No one cuts me off. She will realise her mistake soon.
Christian had asked X how he would do it. But X refused to share that information and instead asked for Christian to confirm that death was the result he wanted. Christian said it was. He gave him £3,500 in a brown envelope. Half now and the same again when it was done. X promised to have carried out the order within three weeks. Christi
