Badass in Disguise (Shadow) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261

Moonlight streamed through the broken rafters of the dilapidated building somewhere in Suriname, casting silver beams across Chris Jensen’s blood–streaked body. He was bound to a wooden chair, his once–pristine white shirt now torn and crimson–stained. His breathing came in controlled, measured intervals despite the obvious pain.

Liana circled him slowly, a leather whip dangling from her small hand. Her youthful face and petite frame created a disturbing contrast with the cruelty in her eyes. She flicked her wrist with practiced precision, sending the whip cracking across Chris’s chest. A fresh line of blood appeared, joining the constellation of wounds already marking his torso,

Despite the fresh wave of pain, Chriss lips curled into a low chuckle. Ils eyes reflected a dangerous calm that seemed to unnerve his

captor.

“Something funny, Mr. Lawyer?” Liana asked, her voice childlike yet chilling.

Chris tilted his head, blood trickling down his temple. “Just admiring your technique. Amateur, but enthusiastic.”

Liana’s face contorted with rage. “You killed Marcus! You should be begging for mercy, not mocking me!”

“Your Scorpio family burns villages, traffics people, and murders Innocents,” Chris replied, his voice impossibly gentle despite his condition. “I was merely balancing the scales. Ironic though–a criminal like you playing God’s judgment on someone serving justice.

The whip cracked again, catching him across the shoulder. Chris barely flinched

“You dare laugh at me!” Liana’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I’ll flay you alive and feed you to the snakes piece by piece!”

She raised the whip again, but a knock at the door interrupted her. A nervous–looking man entered, keeping his distance from Liana.

“What?” she snapped.

“The family head wants the American lawyer released,” the man said, avoiding her gaze.

Liana’s grip on the whip tightened.

ame in. “Kane demands the prisoner be handed to him. For his son’s deat

TheAnother man came

“Tell Kane I’ve already moved the prisoner,” Liana decided. “And tell my father 111 handle this my way.”

The next morning, Chris awoke to find his wounds had scabbed over, his shirt sticking to the dried blood. Every slight movement sent waves of pain through his body. He hadn’t been given food or water since his capture, and his throat felt like sandpaper.

The room was stifling hot, the tropical humidity making his wounds feel as if they were on fire. Flies buzzed around him, attracted to the smell of blood and sweat. Chris tested his restraints again–too tight to slip out of, professionally done despite Liana’s apparent youth.

Hours later, Liana kicked the door open, carrying a small cup of water. The sudden noise jolted Chris from his half–conscious state.

“Entertain me,” she demanded. “Make me laugh*

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Chapter 261

Chris stared at her silently, his blue eyes cold as winter. His silence was deliberate–giving her nothing was its own form of resistance.

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