“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 g*n 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 g*n 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.
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