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His body goes limp as the life drains from him, his final breaths shallow and weak. The blowtorch flickers one last timeas he succumbs to the searing flames, leaving only the smell of death.
“Rest in agony,” I whisper softly, because there is no peace for him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
MALIK
I stood frozen against the rusted-out conveyor belt, eyes locked on Elias as he gasped for breath, his body writhing under Indigo’s touch. The sound of his screams reverberated in the cold, decrepit factory, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, a steady beat that refused to slow down.
I’ve always been good at keeping my composure. Calm, collected. But there’s a storm inside me now—something dangerous, something raw. Watching Indigo tear into that man, watching the power shift from him to her... I couldn’t look away. It was like a magnet, pulling me in deeper with every movement, every sickening sound. Her hands, steady and cold, sliding across his skin like a predator savoring her meal, and I couldn’t help but admire her for it.
I knew what she was doing. She wasn’t just hurting him—she was showing him. Making sure he understood the consequences of what he’d done. But the way she moved, the way she reveled in his pain... I couldn’t deny it—it stirred something in me.
I’ve never seen this side of her before—not like this. Not so… confident. The woman I fell in love with was fierce, yes. But this? This is a whole new level. A shudder ran through me as I watched her slice into his skin, a part of me horrified and another part... entranced.
I’m proud of her. Proud of what she’s capable of. But goddamn if that doesn’t make me sick too. I thought I could handle it—handle the darkness inside her. But this? This is beyond anything I expected.
She’s beautiful. Not in the way other women are. Not soft or delicate or graceful. She’s dangerous. And that’s what makes her more than just beautiful—it makes her a force. A fucking storm.
I should be worried. I should be disgusted. But instead, I’m fucking hard. Every scream that tore through the air only made it worse, filling me with a twisted sense of pride. This is my girl. This is the woman I chose.
I can’t even look at myself right now. What the hell does that make me? A man who stands by and watches while his woman tortures another human being? A man who gets off on the idea of it?
But I’m not repelled. I’m hooked.
Her eyes flicker toward me for just a moment, and I see the glint of something in them—something dark and knowing. She knows I’m watching. She knows what I’m feeling. And god help me, that only makes it worse.
She kneeled between his legs, the sickening sound of his muffled breath the only thing breaking the silence. And before I could stop myself, my eyes followed the movement of her hands—her hands that had been slicing through his flesh with such calculated precision. Now, those hands... moved lower. To his fucking dick.
My heart stopped.
Fury shot through me like a live wire. My pulse skipped, and I felt heat rise in my chest. She... she touched him. Her hands. Those same hands that had wrapped around me, touched me, made me feel like I was the only one in the world. She put them on him, on his cock, and I felt a cold fury tighten around my throat.
“Indigo!” I snap.
How dare he? How dare Elias get to feel her touch there? Her hands are mine. They belong to me. No one else.
She glares at me over her shoulder. “Don’t look, baby.”
I wanted to rip him apart, to tear her away from him, but something darker inside me told me to hold back. To watch.
And then she did it. The knife flashed, swift and cruel, cutting into him with a brutal force. A perfect slice. I gagged at the sight, my stomach twisting as crimson bloomed across his skin. The way his body convulsed, his face contorted in agony, told me all I needed to know. He got exactly what he deserved.
But the fucking worst part? The part I couldn’t fight, no matter how much I tried…
I was still fucking hard. Her hands, her movements, everything about what she just did to him—it only made it worse. Her power, her control over him and me, sent a shiver down my spine. I could barely even recognize myself anymore.
I stand frozen, still caught in the aftermath of what I just witnessed. Elias is dead. His face—what’s left of it—is beyond recognition. The fire did its job too well. I’d be surprised if dental records even identify him at this point. If they ever find his body. That’s a big "if."
The power in that thought sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve been a part of some fucked-up things, but this? This feels like stepping into the void. There’s no turning back now.
Indigo wipes the torch clean, the smell of burned flesh thick in the air. Her hands, steady as ever, remove the tool withpracticed calm, as though this is just another day on the job. As though she’s done this a thousand times before.
"Grab the phone and text Brandon," she says, her voice cool but purposeful. "It’s done. Tell him, ‘I have information and names. Contact me tomorrow.’"
I don’t need to ask why she wants me to handle this. I know why. She’s leaving the next step in Brandon’s hands. She doesn’t give a shit about the details, just the fact that it’s done.
“Got it.” I step forward, pulling the phone from her bag, my fingers brushing the smooth surface. The weight of the device feels like the weight of a decision, of a chapter closing. I know the number she’s talking about. The one Brandon gave us for situations like this. A simple, direct line to someone who can handle anything... and everything.
