From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 313

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Chapter 313 Live A Shitty life, Die A Shitty Death

Chapter 313 Live A Shitty Life, Die A Shitty Death

DAMON.

I wait until I hear the front door of the building open and close, then i head back into the room.

My shirt is still unbuttoned all the way to my waist, but don’t intend for this to get messy, so I leave it.

The man, Tony, is still right where we left him.

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I have been following him for a while. Tracking his movements, hoping he’ll lead us to someone in charge, because we know he’s involved. He’s always been just a go-between, but he’s involved.

But some of our guys were watching him tonight, when Tony decided it would be good idea to try to snatch a woman walking home from the bar.

But lucky for her, unlucky for Tony, our men got him in their van before he could get her in his. Which all just means that his usefulness to us is over. Because loose cannons can’t be trusted. And rapists can’t be left alive.

I put my hands on my hips and look down at the slimy fucker. “I had some big plans for you. But I’m feeling pretty good right now, and I’d prefer to keep smelling like my sexy wife’s pussy, and not your bloody carcass, so I think I’d rather just get this over with.”

His eyes widen, and he tries to speak, but the cloth jammed into his mouth, along with the tape circling his head holding it in place, prevents words from forming.

I click my tongue. “The time for talking is over.”

The chair Tony’s sitting on is secured to the floor, but Tony himself isn’t strapped to the chair. He still can’t get away. But we’ve learned how annoying it is to untie a corpse from a chair, so we found a better way.

First, we cross the captive’s ankles, so they resemble an X, then we use high-strength rope in a figure eight pattern to secure them together. This leaves their knees spread apart and their feet at an angle to the floor. So even if they tried to stand up, they wouldn’t

be able to walk.

The hands are simply cuffed behind their back. A tried-and-true method.

And without looking, I know Tony is missing most of his fingernails. Which is how I know he has no more information to share. And why is there no point in removing his gag?

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And then the chain….

One end is padlocked around Tony’s neck, and my eyes trail up the length, to the ceiling where it runs through a series of simple pulleys, before hanging back down to the floor, where it’s secured with a hook.

Again, in theory, he could try to get up. But his feet wouldn’t work properly, and he’d fall. And since his arms are of no help, he’d most likely just flop around until he hung himself.

It’s happened before.

I clap my hands together. “Alrighty then.”

I stride across the room, to the tool chest, and open the second drawer down.

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Chapter 313 Live A Shitty life, Die A Shitty Death

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+want to make this quick. But not too quick.

My fingers hover over the selection, and I grin when I see the Bowie krrife.

That’ll do.

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I spin the blade on my palm as I turn. It’s a pointless skill I learned in my twenties, when I first got my hands dirty. It’s showy and foolish, but effective.

Case in point, Tony starts trying to shout.

“I’m not going to cut your eyes out, so you can just chill,” I keep my tone conversational.

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