The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: HIS SNEAKY HIDEOUT

Third POV

The warehouse smelled of rust, damp concrete, and waste, because Devin’s men had turned the backyard into a toilet.

Water dripped somewhere in the warehouse. The sound was rather annoying. The men had tried to find where it was coming from, but they couldn’t roam around because they had to keep an eye on their captives.

Broken wooden pallets and discarded machines were scattered across the floor.

Devin Wolfe shoved the heavy metal door open with his shoulder.

The hinges let out a loud screech that made his men groan and cover their ears. Blood had soaked through the bandage on his knee, where the crazy Kellerman bitch had hit him.

Though his mother’s doctor had tended the wound, it had burst open while he was escaping the night his mother died before his eyes.

It was a hot, throbbing reminder of his failure at the docks. His face was twisted with fury. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and all the drugs he was taking to stay awake.

In the dim light hanging from the rafters, he could make out the two elderly figures tied to metal chairs in the center of the room.

Marissa and Hugo Kellerman.

Their hands were bound behind their backs with zip ties that cut into their wrinkled skin. Their ankles had been tied to the chair legs with cable wires, and gags were shoved in their mouths.

They had been there for six hours. Marissa was making muffled noises against the gag, rocking her chair violently against the concrete floor, her white hair falling around her face as she dared to glare at him.

Devin stormed over, his boots slamming into the ground. Jeff and two other henchmen exchanged glances.

They had seen what Devin had done to the last guard who spoke out of turn. He had a broken nose and three missing teeth for suggesting they just kill the old folks and be done with it.

Devin had been in a murderous mood, and it was getting worse. You would think Marissa would pick up on that and stay quiet, but she was every bit as stubborn as her granddaughter.

"Shut the fuck up, old woman," Devin snarled, ripping the gag from Marissa’s mouth so forcefully that her lip split.

He grabbed her jaw hard, forcing her face up until her neck strained. "You think making noise is going to save you? You think anyone’s coming? This warehouse is in the middle of nowhere!"

Marissa’s eyes blazed, and she gathered saliva in her mouth and spat in his face, the hot glob hitting his cheek and dripping down.

"You pathetic piece of shit. You killed my daughter and son-in-law, and now you come for us? You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind your mother’s skirts... oh wait, she’s dead too, isn’t she? I heard she died screaming. Just like you’ll die."

Devin’s eyes flashed with pure anger. He backhanded her hard across the face.

Marissa’s head snapped sideways, a thin line of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t cry out.

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