Chapter 85
Chapter 85
DECKARD
I step into the dimly lit cell, my eyes locking on Collin, bound tightly in the most uncomfortable position–exactly as ! commanded.
“Oh, dear nephew,” he groans, shifting against the restraints, “why do you keep me like this? Bound like some worthless animal? At least loosen the ties, let me have a cup of water. We’re family, after all.”
“Because you are a worthless animal, Collin,” I say coldly, stepping closer. “And this is only the beginning”
He lets out a weak laugh, though I can see the pain etched across his face. “So, it seems your dumbass Scarface man doesn’t care much for you,” I continue. “You’ve been rotting here for two days now, and he hasn’t shown up to save you. I guess I’ll just kill you myself and then hunt him down without your help.
“You can’t do that!” Collin snaps, “He’ll come for me. He’s just… coming up with the perfect plan to end your dynasty.” “Shut the hell up, Collin! Do you even comprehend the damage you’ve caused? Why did you kidnap Amica? Why did you kill my heir? What the hell do you and that Scarface bastard want with her? She’s no one!” I yell.
Collin’s smirk falters for just a moment, but he doesn’t respond. His silence only fuels my rage.
“She is not just no one,” Collin says, “She is as important as you are–maybe even more. But you’re too shallow to see that.”
I narrow my eyes, stepping closer to him. “So tell me, Collin. Since you’re the all–knowing, not–so–shallow genius here, what exactly is so special about Amica that makes her a target for your wickedness? Or is it simply because she’s connected to me?”
Collin gives a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “Look, nephew, I’m sorry about the loss of your child, truly. But that wasn’t our fault. We treated her with care–even the doctor said it looked like she was having an abortion. It was strange. You have no idea how much that heir meant to us-
“Enough!” I growl, cutting him off. I’ve already had more than I can stomach of his lies and excuses. My fists clench as I glare down at him. “You’re going to talk.”
I signal to the guards with a sharp nod. One unlocks the cell while the other two step in, grabbing Collin and dragging him out. He struggles, but it’s pointless–his strength has long since waned.
The guards carry him to the darker torture room, the stench of damp stone and fear c. They force him into a metal chair, tying his hands and legs separately, ensuring there’s no chance of escape.
I stand in front of him, arms crossed, staring down at the man who dared to disrupt my world, watching as the guards prepared him like a feast laid out for punishment.
“Oh, thank you, Deckard. Now all I need is water–I’m so thirsty nephew,” Collin said, his voice dripping with mock gratitude.
“Oh, is that all?” I asked, a cold smirk curling at my lips.
From behind him, the guards approached with a bucket of icy water. Without hesitation, they drenched him. The water cascaded down his body, soaking him. Collin, ever the insolent pol, tilted his head back, trying to catch a few drops on his lips like it was some kind of gift.
“Oh, yes…thank you,” he mumbled, sounding almost pleased.
I nodded subtly, signaling the guards. From behind, one of them stepped forward, plugging the legs of his chair with electric
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The current surged.
Collin’s body jolted violently, spasming as the electricity course through him. His muscles tensed and twitched uncontrollably, his head snapping back, his teeth clenched tight watched, unmoved, as the raw power tore through him. For a few agonizing seconds, his movements were nothing but erratic convulsions, like a puppet on tangled strings.
1 raised my hand, signaling them to stop. The guards obeyed, cuting the current instantly.
Collin’s body slumped in the chair, smoke rising faintly from his damp clothes. His chest heaved with strained breaths. saliva dripping from his slackened mouth, uncontrollable and pathetic.
“You look like a piece of poorly cooked barbecue, Collin,” I said, my tone void of pity as I stared down at him. “Now, let’s try this again–I need to know–about you, Scarface, and what you want from me and Amica,” I said coldly, my voice low and unrelenting. “Otherwise, you will die. I’ll kill you right here and now, and then I’ll continue my hunt. You know this isn’t my
first rodeo.”
“If you kill-” he began, but his words were cut short as electricity coursed through his body once more. His muscles tensed, and this time, he fought back, snarling angrily, his jaw clenched tight. But the harder he fought, the worse it got, his resistance only making the pain more excruciating
“Wait! Wait, nephew! Why are you doing this to me? I’m your unic-
Another jolt cut him off mid–sentence. His body convulsed violently, his head jerking forward, and then it happened–his trousers darkened as he lost control. The stench of urine filled the air.
“Oh, poor Collin,” I mocked, stepping closer to him. “That’s the last bit of liquid in your body, and you just wasted it all You should’ve saved it for later when you’re thirsty. But no, you’ve squandered it like the fool you are.”
He began to snarl, low and guttural, his anger bubbling over. His body tensed in an unnatural way as his eyes flickered, showing signs of his wolf surfacing
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I warned, my voice cutting through the tension. “You know I don’t converse with beasts. If you shift right now, I will kill you on the spot. And you know I mean it.”
His snarling faltered, a mix of anger and fear flashing across his face. He knew the truth in my words.
“De… Deckard, plea… please… that’s enough. I can’t… Collin stammers, his voice weak, trembling with exhaustion.
I take a step closer, my eyes fixed on his battered frame. “Are you ready to tell the truth now, or should I get it out of you the same way I got that urine out of you?” My tone is cold with mockery.
He looks weaker now–dehydrated, exhausted, barely holding on It’s only a matter of time before he breaks, yet I can’t help but wonder why he’s guarding this secret so fiercely. What could be so valuable, so dangerous, that he clings to it even at the brink of death?
With deliberate slowness, I draw out my knifelike fire in my palm. The flames flicker hungrily, ready to devour as it casts a harsh glow on the walls of the basement, I walk toward him,
“Deckard… Deckard, please don’t!” he cries, his voice breaking like a frightened child
“Don’t do this to me!” His plea echoes in the room with desperation
Ah, he fears my fire. Everyone does. The damage it causes is irreversible, a permanent mark of pain and humiliation. And he knows it.
I bring the flame closer to his face, the heat radiating against his kin. “I should take care of your face. Uncle, I say with a cruel smirk. “Who knows? You could become the new Scarface. laugh, the sound hollow and menacing as I continue inching the fire closer.
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Collin squirms, his breathing ragged as he tries to pull away, but he’s bound too tightly. I can see the sweat dripping down. his forehead, the sheer terror in his eyes as the heat kisses his skin. “What’s wrong. Undle?” I taunt, my voice a low growl. “Do you feel it? The truth burning inside you, desperate to escape?”
“Fine… fine. Deckard! I’ll tell you who Scarface is. Please stop the forture–I’ll tell you everything!” Collin screamed, his voice cracking under the weight of pain and desperation. “Scarface… ‘s my son!”
1 froze for a moment, at his words sounding like a bad joke. “You son?” I barked, the fiery ball in my hand crackling angrily. “You have no son, Collin! Stop with the ridiculous lies and wishful thinking. You were never able to have a child, and you never will! You’re taking a literal piss right now!” My voice boomed through the room, matching the fire’s intensity.
“No… no, I’m not lying.” he panted, shaking his head as though the motion would make me believe him. “I did have a child
-a son no one knows about. It’s him… he’s the one who wants your position. It’s him you’ve been fighting all along!”
His confession made my blood boil, but somewhere in my mind a small doubt crept in. What if he wasn’t lying? Could he truly have a son? A son who was Scarface?
“Well.” I said coldly, narrowing my eyes at him, “if you truly have a son and your son is Scarface, I guess we should be expecting him here soon.”
As if on cue, the cell door opened, and one of the guards stepped inside, holding a piece of paper in his hand. “Alpha, a man came to deliver this. He insisted it was important and must reach you immediately.”
I took the paper from him and unfolded it. Written in bold, red ink were chilling words:
“Let Collin go, or we war.”
Beneath the warning, the unmistakable logo of Scarface was stamped in black ink–a sinister mark that confirmed the threat was no bluff
I clenched the letter tightly, my knuckles whitening as I read the words again. “So,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else, “it seems your little story has some truth to it after all.” I turned to Collin, who was watching me with a mix of fear and anticipation.
“You’ve just made things more interesting, Uncle, I hope your sole called son is ready for what’s coming.” I growled, tossing
the letter aside.
Before I could say more, another guard entered the room and whispered in my ear. “Alpha, there’s a visitor requesting to see you immediately.”
sy “I said to the guards. “And if he i I glanced at Collin, whose face lit up briefly with hope. anything stupid, make sure he regrets it.”
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