Twenty-Six receipts of betrayal Novel novel Chapter 84

Chapter 6

Vincent stormed in with his crew, muzzle flashes lighting up the place.

He cut straight through to us, scooping Ruby into his arms. “Baby, you’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Ruby let out one broken sob before shock took over and she passed out.

Vincent carried her to his car carefully, making sure she was comfortable.

Then he turned back to me.

“Scarlett!” Ice-cold fury.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

I hauled myself upright, staring down his accusation with a bloody grin.

“Really? You think I set this up?”

Before I could say another word, he slapped me so hard I hit the concrete, blood filling my mouth.

“I fucking knew it. You’ve been planning to hurt Ruby this whole time, haven’t you?”

I spit blood and my voice raw. “I didn’t-”

He grabbed one of the half-dead thugs and jammed his gun against the guy’s skull. “Talk. Who hired you?”

The guy was shaking, looked at me like I was his lifeline, and screamed.

“Her! The bitch hired us! Said to mess up the pregnant chick!”

Everything inside me turned to ice.

Vincent smiled coldly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He dropped the corpse and walked over, grinding his boot into my hand.

The pain was fucking unbearable.

His words came out as a weary sigh

“These hands used to do everything I asked. Why are you using them to hurt the woman I love?”

Twenty-Six Receipts of Betrayal: My Silence Was the Countdown to His Eternal Regret

Chapter 6

He pulled out a knife, the metal gleaming in the warehouse light.

“I warned you, Scarlett. Don’t fucking touch what belongs to me.”

Then the blade came down fast!

My breath caught in my throat!

The knife punched straight through my palm, nailing my hand to the concrete.

“FUCK!” I screamed, my whole body seizing up, black spots dancing in my vision, nearly passing out from the pain.

The desperation made me scream.

“Vincent! I should’ve left your ass to die in that alley eight years ago! Should’ve never helped you become king of this fucking shithole!”

He himself destroyed the last bit of affection that remained between us.

He made this dismissive sound and walked out with his men without looking back.

When the cold finally started numbing the white-hot pain, I used my good hand to fish a tiny GPS tracker from my bra and pressed it with trembling fingers.

My guy arrived within minutes. Took one look at me and his eyes went red.

He carefully worked the blade out-my right hand was destroyed, completely numb.

My voice came out shaky but stone-cold determined.

“Burn this whole place down. Wipe out every trace.”

“Queen of Cards Scarlett Whitmore died tonight.”

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