Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 177

LUCA

“Will you look at that? The prince is finally awake.” I speak lazily, leaning back in my chair, twirling the blade between my fingers.

His eyes flutter open, dazed while he blinks into the dim room.

It takes a second for him to realize where he is.

Strapped to a chair, his mouth taped and his wrists bound behind his back wearing just boxers and a vest.

"That's a nice article. Pretty cute don't you think?" I toss the newspaper on the floor for him to see.

He starts to squirm, grunting into the tape.

I lean in, close enough for him to feel the cold steel of the blade press against his cheek.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

His muffled curses make me smile. That arrogant little prick still thinks he will be able to speak again after I'm done with him.

I stand up slowly and tear the tape off.

“I'm in a very bad mood right now, so you better start speaking, or you will see the worst of me!”

“You sick son of a bitch! I will report you. Once my father hears about this you're done for!” He screams, making me step back with my head cocked to the side.

“Really? Looks like you must be new to this.” I begin to speak calmly.

I take slow steps toward the metal table behind me, letting my fingers brush over the tools laid out in a neat, meticulous line.

“I will ruin you,” I murmur as I pick up a small black vial, holding it up to the light.

“Then I will erase you and your existence from this earth. No one will even know you were born. No one will be able to mourn you… not even your crazy parents. Wanna know why? Because you never fucking existed!”

Zayan tries to hide the panic building in his eyes. But all I can smell is fear.

He reeks of it and I'm disgusted!

“You won’t get away with this, Luca. I didn’t leak the formula, I didn’t-”

I grab my gloves and snap them on.

“Oh so you know why I have you tied you up like a little bitch?”

His eyes widen in panic when he realizes what he has just said. Making a sick smile stretch on my face.

I'm so fucking pissed. My best friend is lying on the hospital bed fighting for his life while this dumb fuck spreads shit for whatever reason.

I hold up the vial between my fingers and give it a little shake. The liquid inside glows faintly under the single flickering bulb above us.

“Know what this is?” I ask, walking toward him.

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s called Hell Dust.” I pop the lid open.

“Special recipe from the military. Enhances pain receptors without hitting any major nerves or bleeding you out.

You’ll stay conscious the whole time. Every touch will feel like fire. Just enough to make you scream without letting you die.”

His eyes widen even more. The scent of piss hitting my nose.

“If you were such a pussy, you shouldn't have fucked with us!” I growl.

“Luca. Luca, wait… please…let’s talk. I swear I didn’t-”

I grip his arm and inject the serum into the soft flesh beneath his shoulder.

Zayan’s screams erupt within seconds.

He thrashes in the chair, trying to rip free from the restraints, but they hold tight. His body convulses, sweat pouring down his face as the drug kicks in.

“Hurts like hell, doesn’t it?” I murmur, crouching in front of him. “That’s your nerves lighting up. They think you're being flayed alive… but you’re not.”

“Stop!” he howls, tears and mucus falling at the same time, “Please, please stop! I’ll talk…I’ll tell you everything!”

I slap him across the face, hard enough for him to spit blood.

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