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Kendrick was just like a raging beast at the moment, and anyone who provoked him would definitely be doomed. Samantha was, without a doubt, the catalyst for his anger. Jude's gaze darkened as he thought about the video he had seen earlier. Those people deserved to be punished for being so mean to a child. They were truly scumbags! Jude also pursed his lips when he thought about Kendrick's behavior right now. He was looking forward to those people's punishment. Kendrick pressed Samantha's head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair and lightly kissed her head.

“Ugly, isn’t it? This is all because of you.” I let out a cold laugh, lifting my shirt to reveal my back covered in scars. Not just from that day at the wedding, but also from my time in prison. “Everyone has to pay for what they’ve done. “What you are now is just your retribution.” … She said nothing more and handed me a box. I sighed and walked toward her, only for her to suddenly drive a knife straight into my abdomen. “Max, you killed Daniel. So you should be buried with him, too.”

Without justice I would never have gotten away from that place. The two Alphas have been sat beside me for hours. I daren’t look at them. Every time I do something inside me makes me want to make them happy, to answer their questions. I can’t give in, it will only make me weak, the more they know, the higher the chance of them sending me back. Kendrick doesn’t take kindly to people keeping his things from him. I accepted my fate when I refused him. Then Justice came forward and almost tore his arm off before he could finish his disgusting assault. Hearing his blood curdling scream was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I hope he is left disfigured and dysfunctional for the rest of

“Because they helped a man who killed the heiress to their empire… go unpunished. Thomas Kingston.” I stuttered. “Judge Thomas—” “Yes,” Tommy finished. I thought they died in a plane crash. They killed them because he sabotaged the case in my favor. An entire bloodline. JESUS! He’d stop at nothing until Ari was avenged. But why haven’t they killed me? Why play games? “Poisonous Dart pin, with artery fitting tech,” Kendrick took out the pin from the goon’s neck. “One shot and the venom chokes your blood. Silent and swift death.”

Do you get what I'm saying, you pathetic loser? Kendrick raised his head and stared straight at me, his gaze terrifyingly chilly and his voice incredibly hoarse. "You'd better remember what you said today, Jasmine Lawson. I'll make you regret this one day." He turned and left with bloodshot eyes, his frail silhouette unsteady in the downpour, stumbling repeatedly and nearly collapsing. I was already completely numb with pain; I felt nothing at all, even as my fingernails dug deep into my palms. I yelled after him as he walked away, "I'll be waiting for you, then! I'd like to see just how long your miserable life can last!"

The poetic justice gratified something essential in the alpha's constitution while ensuring that ability at inflicting pain would no longer have practical application. "Live with what you've done," Marcus told him, turning from the shattered form finally feeling helplessness that had been foisted upon so many victims. "Use up whatever time you have left learning about what you stole from people who entrusted you with their pain." He rose towards light as Thaddeus sobbed in rooms where justice finally had been administered through channels that permitted the torturer to survive long enough to understand the full context of crimes that could never be undone by punishment of the same size.