Chapter Eighty:

Adam’s POV

I saw red, when I came home. I can’t believe he would put his hands on her, after I threatened him. He should die for what he did, but that would be letting him off easily. I can’t have that. He doesn’t deserve it.

I called an associate of mine and asked him to come out and look at Lydia. He’s well-versed in many traits. He has a vast medical knowledge and sewn me up a few times. She’ll need stitches, at least. He shouldn’t have stabbed her.

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I watched Daniel sedate my daughter. It didn’t take her long, until she was out cold. He cleaned up her wound and went to work. He brought pain killers, antibiotics, sedatives, and other supplies. He worked quickly and efficiently.

One of the things that I appreciate most about Daniel, is that he never asks too many questions. It works out better that way. The less he knows, the less likely it is that he could get caught in any potential crossfire.

“Is that all that she needed?” He asked me, when he was finished with her stitches.

“Can you clean up her other injuries, as well?” I asked him. “I don’t want anything to get infected.”

“Not a problem,” he agreed. I left him with her and went to check on Derek. I tied him up, downstairs. He deserves much worse. He’s sleeping. I shot him in the leg with my gun, before I got Lydia out of the bathroom. It was that, or kill him where he stood. I chose the option that would hurt more.

“Wake up!” I snarled. Derek jumped and opened his eyes. He’s lost a significant amount of blood, from his leg. Good. He’s much paler and on edge. Good.

“I-I’m sorry. Please! You have to believe me!” He groveled. I stiffened.

“I don’t have to do anything and I certainly don’t have to do anything you tell me to.” I growled. He sniveled before me. “How pathetic,” I observed, quietly. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You knew what you were doing. You can at least be man enough to admit it.” I added. He hiccupped and started dry-heave. “Do you remember the man that I told you about? My friend? He’s tending to your mess, but when he’s finished, he’ll be coming down here to give you exactly what you deserve.” I promised him. He started to tremble.

“I’ve treated everything that I could.” Daniel announced, as he walked downstairs. Derek actually screamed. He tried to push himself further into the floor, with no avail. Daniel nodded over in Derek’s direction. “Is that the guy?” He asked me. I nodded. “Alright. You need to leave the room. I’ll take care of him. I remember your specifications.” He told me.

I gave him a curt nod and walked upstairs. I sat down a few feet away from the staircase. I can’t see anything, but I can hear it. I need to hear his pain.

“Don’t! Please! Don’t!” Derek bellowed. I heard ripping and grunting. Then, Derek screamed – not a little scream, a blood-curdling, bloody murder scream. The cries just intensified. It went one for a few minutes, before turning into an eerie quiet.

“Adam, you can come down here, now.” Daniel called out to me. I didn’t waste any time. I got to my feet, quickly, and descended the stars. Derek laid on the hardwood floor, whimpering and bleeding. His pants and briefs are torn and on the floor, in shreds. Daniel did exactly what I asked him to do.

“I can take it from here. Can you get the vehicle ready?” I asked him. He nodded, before disappearing through the garage door. “Now, you know how it feels. Tell me, how does it feel to be on the receiving end of things?” I asked him, angrily. Derek just cried. “How many children have you done this to?!” I demanded. He hiccupped, louder.

“I-I d-don’t kn-know.” He stammered.

“You will never do this to anyone else.” I told him, grabbing a serrated hunting knife from the kitchen.

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I wrapped Derek in a plastic sheet, being careful not to get any DNA on it. I wore disposable gloves and a shower-cap. I packed his former package in Ziploc baggie, along with the condom he used on my daughter in a separate bag, and a letter detailing his crimes.

Daniel and I loaded him into his vehicle and locked the door. I paid Daniel, in cash, and he left. I disposed of the evidence and waited for the text.

I didn’t have to wait long. Thirty minutes later, my phone went off.

‘It’s done.’

I deleted the message, as soon as I read it. I dropped my phone in a sink full of water. It’s a prepaid, so it can’t be traced, but you can never be too careful. I’ll get rid of it later.

One down, more to go.

Notes

And the karma keeps coming!

Alright, so the POV is about to start really jumping around with the upcoming chapters. We're gonna see where just about everyone's head is at with Lydia being taken and everything that has happened.

SO... I was really trying to get this beast of a story wrapped up within 90 chapters and to be honest, I just don't see that happening. *dramatic fucking sigh* SO, I'm going to try for 95. I don't want to hit the 100 mark. I really don't. BUT if it happens, it's whatever.

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