My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 731

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Chapter 0731 

Marcus leaned back, his tone calm but laced with menace.et’s get one thing straight: no one is going to hear you. No one will come to save you. We’re at the edge of the city, far from anyone who could help. And even if, by some miracle, you escaped, there are men outside this building waiting to shoot anyone who isn’t me. You wouldn’t make it five meters.” 

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping lower. “Like I said, today’s your last day. But you get to decide if it’s quick …or slow and agonizing.” 

Lucia’s breaths came in short, panicked gasps as Marcus continued. 

“I’ll ask you a series of questions. You’ll answer them. You have two chances. If I catch you lying–and believe me, I’m very good at spotting lies–you’ll regret it. You’ve got 20 fingers, two ears, 32 teeth… and if I keep going, I’m sure you can imagine the rest. Piece by plece, you’ll deelde whether you leave here in one piece… or not. 

“Now, let’s start. You’ve got an hour to give me what I need After that, it’s out of your hands. 

“What do you want? Who are you?” Lucia stammered, her voice trembling with fear. 

“First lie! You said you knew who I was!” Marcus barked mercilessly, pulling out a knife and slicing off one of Lucia’s fingers. 

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the room, echoing off the walls. Outside, the men stationed around the building didn’t so much as flinch. Inside, the camera, already recording, captured every moment in stark detail. 

“Frank Levett,” Marcus said, his voice sharp and dripping with scorn as he addressed the camera, “your wife isn’t as clever as you are. I would’ve thought that a smart man like you would marry someone… let’s say, with at least a sliver of intelligence. But it seems you chose the opposite. What was it? Were you afraid she’d outshine you? 

Lucia writhed in agony, the pain from her severed finger making her feel as though her life was slipping away. But Marcus wasn’t about to let her die–not yet. 

Grabbing a jar of salt, he plunged the severed finger into it. Lucia’s body convulsed violently as the pain overwhelmed her, and the chair tipped over, sending her crashing to the floor. 

“Now that you know I’m not playing games, Lucia, are you ready to answer my questions? Where the hell are my kids?” 

“P–please… don’t… don’t ask me that. I–I don’t know,” she stammered through her tears. 

“Second chance,” Marcus said, his tone ice–cold. 

“I don’t know!” she sobbed, her voice breaking. 

“Wrong answer.‘ 

Without hesitation, Marcus hauled her upright. Another finger hit the floor, but this time, instead of salt, he pulled out a lighter and cauterized the wound. Lucia’s screams were deafening as the searing pain overtook her. She nearly fainted, but Marcus wouldn’t allow it. He splashed her with cold water, forcing her back to 

consciousness. 

“Alright, Lucia, let’s make this easier. Here’s a question I’m sure you can answer: how many safehouses does Frank Levett have, and where are they?” 

Turning his gaze toward the camera, Marcus added, “Frank I hope you told your wife this one. We’re already two fingers down, and she’s not looking so good.”