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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 15:55:21

Emilio’s POV

I locked Brody's still form. “I did not mean to kill him,” I whined. “Is he dead?”

Achilles sighed and got up. He walked towards us and placed a hand on Brody's wrist. “No, not dead,” ha said, rolling his eyes at me.

“Well, that's just sad,” I gave a dry laugh. “I meant to kill him.”

“Fucker,” Xiomar groaned. “We need to stem that wound. As much as I would enjoy being done with him, we do not have Lyla yet.”

“Well said, brother,” I replied. I unwrapped the chains from Brody’s arm. “Shut, his wrists are shattered,” I cooed. Removing the chains seemed to take forever and then, I removed the needles.

“Itsy bitsy spider was climbing down the hall,” I muttered the song underneath my breath, still focused on the chains around the silly cop’s arms. “Down came the rain and washed the spider down. Then came the sunshine and washed it dry again, and the itsy bitsy spider, learned how to climb again.”

“Done,” I announced. I had a headache. I spent all night beating Brody and it seem
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