The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painf...
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He needed to find her.
He had to.
He wanted to see her suffer, he wanted to see her in pain, he wanted to see fresh tears in her eyes and her loud lovely screams.
He enjoyed it.
Like that time when he had sex with her. He knew she wasn't ready, he knew she was in pain, he knew she was terrified but he loved it.
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He kicked the dead body, Rick's dead body as he looked at the corpse.
He failed his job. Pathetic.
He was going to continue to hire more spies and private investigators until he had her in his arms. To crash her. Hurt her.
Nothing excited him more.
He made some calls.
He promised the all his gun men, his assassins, mafia leaders and some mercenaries that if they didn't find her he'd burn the their whole family in the earth like ashes one by one and make them watch. No one would stop him even if it was God himself.
He would not be stopped by anyone or anything.
He was King.
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