Chapter 37
“Welcome boss” Jaxon’s right hand man said to him as he walked into his warehouse.
“Where’s the bastard?” Jaxon asked as he collected a gun from Trent. His right hand man.
Trent handed Jaxon the gun with a stoic expression.
“He’s in the holding room, boss,” he informed, pointing towards a heavy, metal door at the far end of the warehouse. “Two men are guarding him.”
Jaxon nodded, his grip tightening around the gun. “Good,” he growled, a dangerous glint in his eye. “I’ve waited a long time for this.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, his shoes thudding against the concrete floor as he stalked towards the door.
“I want to look him in the eye when I pull the trigger.” he scoffed as they soon arrived at the door.
“And the lady?” He turned to Trent inquiring about Vanessa.
“She’s in there as well” Trent replied as Jaxon nodded his head slowly, with an evil smirk on his face.
Jaxon’s expression hardened as he heard Vanessa’s name, a sinister smile curling his lips.
“Oh, she’s in there too, is she?” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Perfect.”
He knocked on the metal door, the sound echoing through the room. “Open up,” he barked, his tone leaving no argument.
The door creaked open, revealing two large men, each carrying a handgun.
Jaxon stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the scene. In the corner, Vanessa was tied to a chair, her face pale and bloodied, her father was tied in the middle of the room.
“Mr Vaughn…” Rogers, Vanessa’s father spat out blood from his mouth.
“So you’re behind this?” He asked in disbelief, his voice dry as his throat was parched.
“Let my daughter go now!!! Let us go, you bastard!!” He yelled at him as Jaxon moved closer to him as he landed a punch on Rogers face.
The blow landed with a sickening crack, blood splattering from Rogers’ split lip. Jaxon smirked, his eyes glittering with malice.
“Oh, I don’t think so, Rogers,” he drawled, his voice dripping with contempt.
“You and your precious daughter have caused me far too much trouble.”
Rogers spat blood onto the floor, struggling against his restraints.
“You won’t get away with this, Vaughn,” he snarled, his voice filled with hate.
“The authorities will come for you.”
Jaxon laughed, a cruel, joyless sound that echoed around the room.
“You really think the authorities are going to bother with the likes of us?” he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.
“I’m Jaxon Hugh Vaughn, Rogers. I exist outside the law.”
He paced around Rogers, his footsteps echoing on the concrete floor.
“But you, Rogers,” he continued, his voice low and menacing.
“You crossed the line when you dared me. And now, you’re going to pay for that, along with that bitch you call a daughter!” He spat pointing at Vanessa who was whimpering at a corner.
Jaxon’s words hung in the air like a guillotine’s blade, the threat of violence palpable.
“Please, Daddy,” Vanessa sobbed, her voice tremulous with fear. “Please, Mr. Vaughn, don’t do this.”
Jaxon ignored her, his gaze fixed on Rogers. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you, Rogers?” he hissed. “You thought you could get away with it. But I’ve got news for you: you’ll pay for ever thinking of trying”
He drew closer to Rogers, the tip of his gun pressing against the older man’s temple.
“How dare you think of assassinating my wife?” He asked, in anger.
“And it pains me that I didn’t succeed in doing so.” Rogers gritted his teeth as another punch landed on his face.
“This is my wife, we’re talking about here. Bastard!” Jaxon yelled at him.
Jaxon’s fist connected with Rogers’ face again, blood splattering onto the concrete floor. Rogers’ head snapped back from the impact, a low moan of pain escaping his lips.
“You’re going to pay for this,” Jaxon snarled, the veins in his neck bulging with rage. “You’re going to pay for what you did to my wife”
Rogers, his face a mask of pain and defiance, spat another mouthful of blood onto the floor.
“Go to hell, Vaughn,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.
“What wife? I’m sure whatever is going on is fake. It’s just another game plan of you and your grandfather. You’re never capable of loving anyone, not to talk of a woman..” Rogers pointed out.
“Fake?” Jaxon repeated, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Fake, Rogers? You think this is some kind of game? You think I’d bring you here, tie you up, and punch you in the face for fun? You must be dumber than I thought.”
He crouched down in front of Rogers, their faces inches apart.
“Let me tell you something, Rogers. My wife, she’s real. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if it means killing you.” He whispered to him.
Rogers spat blood onto Jaxon’s face, a look of bitter satisfaction on his own.
“That does it. Bring that bitch here” Jaxon instructed as he stood back up on his feet as they began to drag Vanessa towards him.
He was not going to make any of them come out alive.
“My dagger please” he requested as Vanessa’s face paled.
Vanessa let out a strangled cry as the two thugs dragged her towards Jaxon, her legs kicking out weakly in protest. She knew what was coming, and she knew there was no escape.
“Please,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “Please, don’t do this.”
But Jaxon was beyond reason. He took the dagger that Trent held out to him, the blade gleaming in the harsh fluorescent light.
“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice a dark growl. “And I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.” he laughed sardonically.
“Her hands..” he instructed as his nen brought out Vanessa’s hand for him.
“Jaxon stop that madness!!” Rogers yelled.
Jaxon ignored Rogers’ cries, his gaze fixed on Vanessa’s hands.
“Beautiful hands,” he murmured, tracing the blade of the dagger along her fingers.
“Pity they’ll never get to push someone, or even hold another man’s heart.”
Vanessa screamed as the dagger plunged into her flesh, blood pooling in the palm of her hand.
“Stop it!” Rogers bellowed, straining against his bonds. “You’re a monster, Vaughn! A goddamn monster!”
Jaxon laughed, his eyes alive with a savage glee.
“You should have known that before you dared to cross me” Blood splattered everywhere as he suddenly cut off Vanessa’s right hand.
Vanessa’s screams echoed through the room, a primal sound of agony and fear. Blood flowed from her severed hand, splattering onto the concrete floor and the thugs who held her.
Jaxon gazed at the hand with something like wonder, turning it over in his hand as though it were a precious gem.
“There,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Rogers’ face was a mask of pain and fury, his eyes blazing with hatred.
“You son of a bitch,” he hissed.
“I’ll kill you..” he threatened.
“Not in your grave..” he smiled as he pointed the gun at Rogers, pulling the trigger the next second. As he sent a hole right through rogers head.
A deafening boom sounded throughout the room, the bullet punching through Rogers’ skull with a sickening crunch.
Blood sprayed across the walls, Rogers’ lifeless body slumping forward in the chair.
Silence descended, broken only by the sound of Vanessa’s ragged breathing and the dripping of blood.
Jaxon stood over Rogers’ corpse, his gun still smoking. “There,” he said, his voice low and triumphant. “Now the debt is truly paid.”
He gave the gun to Trent. His job was done here.
“Boss, what should we do with her?” The men asked, pointing at Vanessa.
Jaxon smirked as he stared at her, he doesn’t want to kill her yet. She’ll be miserable for the rest of her life.
“Treat her wounds and mess with her head” he instructed, he was going to make her no less than a deranged mad woman.
“As you wish, boss,” Trent replied, his expression cold and business-like. The two thugs moved to bind Vanessa’s bleeding hand, doing the bare minimum to stop the bleeding.
Meanwhile, Jaxon stepped closer to Vanessa, his eyes like chips of ice as he stared into hers.
“You’re lucky, Vanessa,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not going to kill you.”
Vanessa let out a shuddering breath, her eyes wide with terror.
“You’re going to live,” Jaxon continued.
“Miserably” he added in a cold voice.
“Throw her in the slums when you’re done!” He announced bringing out a handkerchief from his pocket.
There was a drug that was going to be administered to her everyday, it was like a hard drug. But it basically made a person lose their minds.
Jaxon’s men nodded, following his orders without hesitation. They hoisted Vanessa’s limp body between them, hauling her out of the room and into the waiting darkness.
As they disappeared into the night, Jaxon mopped the blood from his face with the handkerchief, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
“The slums,” he murmured, a satisfied smile curling his lips.
“She’ll be surrounded by filth and despair, the perfect home for a broken woman.”
He glanced at Trent, a calculating look in his eyes.
“Take care of this trash..” he instructed as he made his way out of the room.
“Good riddance to bad rubbish” he scoffed.