Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me novel Chapter 208

However, just because Myra could not strike against Kris now, it did not mean that she never would. Myra did not see the need to back down after the other girl had provoked her.

A searing pain drew her from her thoughts. She hissed in protest and looked up to meet Tony’s dark gaze. His orbs were a dark, depthless ocean that was devoid of emotion. The pain ebbed away just as quickly and he softened as he tended to her wound.

“You don’t have to bother yourself with this anymore. Just leave everything else to me.” He sounded cool and distant, like he was trying to suppress his anger. Nonetheless, his words warmed her.

Myra watched as he fumbled slightly to treat the wound on her arm. For once, he wasn’t his usual graceful self. Abruptly, she reached out and wrapped an arm around his lean waist, murmuring, “I think it’s time we go public with our relationship, Tony.”

She no longer wanted to brood over or consider what could happen if she disclosed her relationship with him. To hell with them all, she thought grimly.

Tony’s gaze darkened. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman embracing him. There was no way to tell what he was thinking, but his icy demeanor thawed significantly. He threw away the Q-tip he was holding and drew Myra closer to him before he answered quietly, “Okay.”

It was a dark and moonless night, but there was an unmistakable warmth in the atmosphere.

He watched as she slowly drifted into sleep in his arms. A cold, dark gleam returned to his eyes that had only moments ago been lit with endearing warmth. He rose, looking like the devil himself since he would unleash his wrath tonight.

In a small, civilian building that was tucked away in the countryside, screams of agony pierced through the quiet night from behind an open door.

Elliot was bursting with glee as he fell in step behind Tony, angling for praise as he said, “So, what’s-his-name has confessed to everything—it turns out that Kris really did promise him a long list of favors in return for his cooperation and she also drilled it into his head that Myra was interested in him, which led him to assault her in the first place. But, don’t worry, Tony—Lucas and I have plenty of experience in dealing with men like him. He’s going to pay one hell of a price for laying his dirty hands on Myra!”

To the back of the building was a steel door with darkness behind it.

Elliot turned on the light. Although it was dim, it illuminated the room just enough for them to make out the unmoving figure of a man, who lay at a close distance in front of them.

The man desperately wanted to move, but he could not.

When he had been brought out of Zion Club by Deputy Mayor Hart, Thomas was filled with dread. He knew then that his career as a government official was over, but he had clearly underestimated the consequences that would befall him when their car was stopped on the way to the police station. Before he knew it, he’d been kidnapped and thrown into another vehicle by a group of large, muscular men. They had brought him to this godforsaken place, in a location so remote that he doubted he could find it on his own, and began to torture him relentlessly. Presently, there was a bone-shattering pain in his arms and legs and he wondered if he could end up permanently disabled.

He had the realization that someone was taking their revenge on him when he was blindfolded on the way here, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no way to save himself.

Upon hearing voices outside the door, Thomas broke down once more and howled into the dimness, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please let me go! Please spare me! I promise I won’t do it again… I promise! I didn’t mean to hurt Miss Stark—I was deceived by someone else into doing it! Please spare me!”

Meanwhile, Tony had already stepped forward. He was expressionless as he regarded the crying, begging mess of a man in front of him.

There was no mercy or compassion in his handsome features and no warmth in his cold, hard gaze either. He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette.