MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 7

Vince’s POV

Andre opens the door to the basement, and I stroll in, anger surging through me at the thought of this fucker raping her.

Though accidental, Ann is mine now.

In silence, we walk to the first door, and he pulls it open to reveal the chained jerk who has fear written all over his expression.

I take long strides towards him as he looks up to stare at me. “Why am I here? Who are you?”

Slyvester and Damon are standing behind him. I told them to get him and bring him here. Having him dealt with behind my back was one straightforward thing, but I wanted to do that myself.

“Do you know Annnete Vasquez?” I ask in a gentle tone, anticipating his denial.

Instead, the corner of his lips curves up in a smile, and he begins to laugh. “Ann paid you to do this?”

He continues to laugh while I try so hard to control my anger.

Ann doesn't know I am doing this. She doesn't even know yet what I do for a living, and I intend to keep that hidden for as long as I can.

But having him still out there as a threat to her was one thing I needed to take care of as soon as she became my wife.

She is now my responsibility.

“You don't have to waste time on that brat. I haven't had a taste of her yet, but I will eventually, and I will…” My fist hits his mouth, earning a shout from him. “What the hell was that for?”

After stepping back, I pull out my black gloves and put them on. Quietly, I extend a hand towards Andre, who drops the hammer in my palm.

When I walk closer, his eyes widen on me, fear and raw terror flickering in.

“What are you doing?” In an effort to free himself of the iron chains around his hands and legs, he bucks his hips up.

Without a word, Sylvester unchains both hands and places the right arm on the shiny tray just as realization dawns on him on what I am about to do.

I am a man of few words.

When I want something, I get it. When I get betrayed, I destroy.

Henceforth, Ann becomes a part of me, and whatever hurts her has to come through me.

If I don't get rid of this fucker, he will come for her again, just as he promised. But I want to let him know he is just a piece of cake. I have dealt with more difficult people. More dangerous people.

Henceforth, nobody dares cross paths with her anymore. She will be untouchable.

Without warning, I slam the object into his right arm, and his scream penetrates the silence of the basement, echoing around until his screams reduce to whimpers of pain.

His face is filled with horror as he watches his hand smashed into the tray.

“Please,” he starts to beg, tears rolling down his eyes with mucus. “I'm sorry. Tell Ann that I am sorry. I won't…”

I slam the hammer right into his face, and he goes silent, blood dripping from his face.

I toss the hammer away and take off the gloves before strolling out.

When I am out, heading towards the mansion, my phone begins to ring, and I pull it out to see my mother’s name flashing across the screen.

I pick up quickly. “Mom?”

“Where are you?” She asks sharply, excitement filling her voice.

“Why do you ask?” I demand instead, suspecting she wants to pay me a surprise visit.