Helene’s pain was unbearable, tearing through her like fire. She never thought Julian would actually hurt her like this, all because of Madeline.
Miles stood nearby, looking pale. He had just watched Julian shoot Helene three times. He finally found his voice. “Boss, if you keep going, she won’t make it. The Fortner family won’t let this slide.”
Helene was the Fortner family’s daughter. If she died here, there was no way her family would just let it go.
Julian shot Helene a cold look, her body limp and crumpled on the floor. His eyes were hard, almost cruel. He tossed his gun to Miles and took the handkerchief held out to him, calmly wiping the blood from his long fingers. “Death would be too easy.”
Death was a kind of mercy. Right now, Helene didn’t even deserve that.
“Get a doctor,” Julian said. “No anesthetic.”
No anesthetic? Miles winced just thinking about it. With injuries like Helene’s, that was torture. The pain alone could kill her.
He bowed his head, realizing just how ruthless Julian could be. Julian almost never got his own hands dirty. Usually, someone else did it for him. For Julian to do this himself meant his anger had hit its limit.
Miles didn’t dare say anything more. Helene had brought this on herself. Years ago, she’d drugged Julian, and he had warned her harshly then. If she hadn’t been pregnant at the time, and if Julian hadn’t cared so little for Madeline back then, she never would have gotten away with it.
Helene twitched on the floor, her body shaking with pain. She forced her eyes open, and through the blur, she saw her phone lying in a growing pool of blood.
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