REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 111

Standing beside me in the dark, Dario whispered quietly to Uncle Pascal, "He's going to kill her."

Uncle Pascal just shook his head slightly, keeping his eyes on the scene. "No, he won't. He'll torment her first." he replied.

Dad loosened his grip on her just enough for Nysa to gasp in air, coughing violently. He stepped back, wiping his hand on his pants as if she had contaminated him.

"Did you fucking think about it?" Dad demanded, crossing his arms again. "If she's ruining your life now, then you fucking deserve it."

Nysa glared at him through her tears, her voice raspy. "You bastard, you're supposed to tell her to stop." She screamed.

"Why would I?" Dad scoffed. "She thinks her sister wants to ruin her life, and she's just retaliating."

"Just tell her to stop, please," Nysa begged, losing whatever little pride she had left.

"No," Dad said coldly. "Maybe I should call her here and let her find out the truth right now."

Nysa panicked, thrashing against the chair. "No, she can't find out!" she screamed.

"Why not?" Dad asked but Nysa didn't answer, she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Answer my question," Dad snapped, stepping closer. "Who else knows she is your child and not your sister?" he asked and Nysa whimpered, shaking her head. "My mother and grandparents." she said weakly.

"So Carlton was left in the dark." Dad said.

"Yes." she said quietly.

Dad let out a cold, humorless laugh. "What do you think you'll gain by telling me this? Do you think I would be happy, relieved, and praise you for having my child? Or did you think I would support your stupid lifestyle?" he asked.

Nysa didn't answer, she stared blankly at the floor as reality crashed down on her. Dad leaned down, bringing his face inches from hers, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper.

"Let me explain something to you. I am Pedro Cruz, mafia kingpin of the south. If I want someone dead, all I have to do is say one word. If I so much as see your fucking shadow or hear your name anywhere in the vicinity of my daughter, I'll kill you myself."

Dad stood up straight, towering over Nysa as she sat trembling in the chair. He stared down at her for a long moment before speaking.

"I will give you a head start," Dad said coldly. He leaned over, slicing through the zip-ties with a small pocket knife and letting the ropes fall away.

Dad pointed toward the exit. "Run. If I catch you, then I'll kill you. If you escape, then I'll forget all of this." Dad said.

Nysa stared at him, with horror plastered across her face as the reality of the threat set in. The second Dad reached into his jacket and pulled out the gun, any remaining thought left her head seemed to leave her. She scrambled out of the chair, bolted straight out through the broken doorway, and vanished into the dark woods, screaming at the top of her lungs.

She ran so fast and panicked that she blew past the three of us standing right outside in the shadows. Dad stepped out from the ruined building, wiping his hands clean and walking over to stand beside us.

"Where do you think she'll go?" Dario asked, watching the dark tree line where Nysa had disappeared.

I let out a dry scoff, crossing my arms. "Knowing that crazy bitch, she'll run straight home. She's too stupid and too smart all at once. She won't go to the police, that's a death sentence for her, and she knows it." I said.

My father looked down at me, a heavy, calculating look in his eyes. "She has that look in her eyes. A person who has nothing left to lose. She's going to come after you." he said.

I let out a soft sigh, rolling my shoulders. "I know." I said with a sigh.

Dario wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close against his side. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I'm going to make her lose her mind slowly," I said, a slow smile touching my lips. "Kidnap her. Nysa has a life threatening fear of rats, roaches, and spiders. Kidnap her and lock her in a dark room with all of those for a few days. Just make sure she doesn't die." I said.

Uncle Pascal chuckled, a bright, amused grin spreading across his face as he looked at me. "Well, now I really believe you have the Cruz blood in you." he said and Dad reached out and smacked the back of his brother's head. "Idiot. Hurry up and get married and have your own kids." Dad said.

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