Page 104 of Law Of Love

“The workers who initially came in here to seize everything would have broken the door down to get inside, and judging by the fact it's still intact, and the supplies are still there, that indicates they missed it and didn’t go in. That would mean the initial code that Will set still stands.” I stepped closer to Frederick, my fingers twitching beside my gun.

“Kaleb, I don’t think—“

“Let's just say they did leave the door coded and the supplies still in there for whatever strange reason, wouldn’t you be reading it from a note? You punched in that number a little too casually for my liking—almost as if you’ve done it a hundred times before. It’s also worth mentioning that you’re not in uniform.” I glowered. “Is this really your first time here, Frederick?”

He glared at me, and his long fingers wrapped around the gun hanging from his waistband, causing me to do the same, aiming it at him.

“Drop your weapon, Kaleb. That’s an order!”

“Your order means nothing to me,” I spat.

“What are you going to do? Bring the evidence to your chief? I could relinquish both of you from your duties at the drop of a hat. Don’t be so foolish.” His voice was venomous, and it was with that threat that I knew Frederick wasn’t who he said he was.

“How long have you been working with Will?”

“You’re a good worker, Kaleb, but you know I’m going to have to kill you now, right?” His nostrils flared, and I smacked his arm away just as he pulled the trigger on his gun, the bullet soaring past my head. Shoving him against the wall, I pressed my forearm into his throat as he fought against me, gasping for breath.

He kicked out, and I grunted as his booted foot came into contact with my shin, giving him an opportunity to land a punch to my side, and he raised his firearm again. I ignored the pain, though, gripping him by the throat and slamming him to the ground with a loud thud.

“How’s Freya coping, Kaleb?” Frederick managed to gasp with a smirk, and I ripped his gun from his grip, causing his bloodshot eyes to widen, panic seeping into his fine lines. Flinging it to the ground behind me, I pressed the barrel of my own weapon into Frederick’s chest.

“You fucking traumatised her,” I seethed, malice dripping from my tongue.

My fucking boss. He’d been a part of this. He’d played a role in kidnapping my girl and fucking up her life.

“What are you going to do now, then, huh? Kill me?”

I cocked my head at him, angling my gun down and firing a bullet straight through his thigh. He released a deafening scream, the sound piercing my eardrums. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I crouched down beside him, gazing into his blazing eyes. “Let this be a message to anyone you’re working with, Frederick. You touch what’s mine, and you fucking burn.”

I blasted a bullet through his other thigh, and tears streamed down his face as blood spurted from his wounds. I’d ripped open vital arteries, and Frederick was going to bleed to death in roughly three minutes, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t make it the most painful three minutes of his life.

I wasn’t usually so sick and sadistic. Murder wasn’t something I cherished being part of—unless the person deserved it. Then, I relished in the idea of being the one to rip their soul from their body. When Freya was involved, anyone that even so much as thought about hurting her was going to face an agonising fate.

“Do you want money? I can give you money,” cried Frederick, and I clicked my tongue, sighing mockingly.

“You don’t have any money, Frederick.”

He shook his head. “I will. I’m working with a hacker, and he was going to get all of Will’s funds sent to me! The movement was going to be completely untraceable! Let me live; half of the money goes to you, I swear!”

I hummed. “So that’s why you wanted him to get caught.” It was the reason Will had switched up on Brent and me so quickly—Frederick had come to him and told him what we were when the time suited him. I tutted. “Unfortunately for you, Frederick, your money means nothing to me. I only want one thing from you.”

His eyes bulged as he pressed down on his wounds with as much force as he could muster, attempting to stop the relentless bleeding. “What is it? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Good.” I nodded once, smiling down at him. “I want to hear your screams for mercy.”

Moving to the bar in the room's corner, I grabbed the liquor bottles and poured them over the floor, arching my eyebrows as Frederick tried his best to crawl his way to the exit. It made me chuckle. A fucking snail would get there faster.

I saved the last bottle of whisky for him, taking a quick swig of it and dunking it over his body, soaking him head to toe. He screamed in pain as the alcohol seeped its way into his wounds.

Opening a cabinet next to me, I searched through the empty drawers until I found an old lighter.

“Kaleb, don’t do this!” Frederick begged. “A promotion? I can give you a promotion! You can take my job. I—“

I tapped my foot impatiently against the sticky wooden flooring before crouching next to him again, shushing him. “Frederick, do me a favour.”

He gulped, shaking his head, muttering incoherently.

“Burn bitch.” I then set the floor alight, stepping back and watching as the room around me erupted into glowing, hot flames. The fire wrapped itself around Frederick, yells pouring from his mouth as he wriggled, swatting at it pathetically.

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