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I snapped my fingers. "Next time fucking lead with that shit, yeah?" He shrugged, chuckling under his breath as he sipped on the coffee. I knew I was right about hiring the bastard. As infuriating as it was to have another man near Queen, he was fucking good at what he did. I almost wanted to praise him for his accurate assessment of Aiden but I pushed it away and clenched my jaw, storming toward the hall past the kitchen.

I heard him and Queen follow behind me as I opened the door to the basement. I was met with complete darkness and I flipped the switch, the fluorescent lights buzzing before flickering on. Immediately, I smelled the sharp scent of blood and I looked over my shoulder at Paris who shrugged as if he had no idea what was going on.

Good fucking job.

Queen took a step forward and I held a hand out, stepping down the steps of the basement in front of her. I didn't know what to expect- if anything he could've been in a corner creeping and waiting to attack. Although I knew it was pointless trying to stop Queen from coming down here with me, her safety was my top priority.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt plastic under my feet and looked at the far back of the room where Aiden sat on a chair head hung down. His arms were chained behind him, the thick chains wrapped around his legs all the way around his neck and once again I mentally praised Paris for his craftsmanship.

No matter what way Aiden moved, if he tried to struggle, the chains were wrapped in a way that he would be strangled. He must've learned that for himself as I noticed the dark bruises around his neck. I took a few steps toward him, and he raised his head, his eyes widening when he saw me. "You," he snarled, his teeth stained with blood and I furrowed my brows, glancing at Paris in question.

"The fucker bit me. Tried to take off a chunk of my arm," he said in mild annoyance, rubbing his bicep. I looked down at the stained blood on Aiden's neck and looked at Paris to explain once more. "I bit his bitch ass back, the fuck."

I smiled, holding in a laugh as I brought my eyes back to Aiden. I rolled up my sleeves, crouching down to his level and looking up at him. He rushed forward, quickly falling back into his chair as the chains tightened around his neck. I didn't flinch, disgust filling me as I took him in. He was unrecognizable.

"Be careful," I said to you. "You might end up killing yourself before I get the chance to do anything."

I pulled up an empty chair and placed it in front of him, taking a seat. His eyes followed me- full of hatred and I shook my head. How could he of all people have done this and gotten away with it? He was intelligent, I could give him that. But he was also an excellent liar and master manipulator.

"Queen." I watched slowly as his facade began to come back as his eyes landed on Queen, the innocent quarterback look filling act coming back as his eyes pleaded with her. Rage filled me and I shot up from the chair, knocking it back as the back of my hand made contact with his face in a sharp slap. I grabbed his neck, making him look at me as I gave him a warning.

"Don't fucking say her name," I snapped, my fingers urging my body to just snap his neck. "If you so much as look in her direction again I'll make sure it's the last time you see anything. Your eyes are useless to me, remember that."

I let him go forcefully and picked up the chair before taking a seat again. I would've done a lot more than just threaten him if I didn't feel Queen's eyes on me. She had seen me kill people, but she'd never witnessed the disturbing ways I could break someone- bringing them to the brink of death and resuscitating them before repeating the process. It was cruel, but I never did it to anyone that didn't deserve it.

Compared to everyone I'd ever done it to besides Sebastian, he deserved it the most. One hundred and fifty-two kids and over sixty selfless volunteers were dead. And he played a part in it. How big, I didn't know...but I was sure as hell planning on finding out.

I almost asked Paris to escort Queen out so I can have a semblance of freedom to be my true self and do what needed to be done, but she needed to see this. She was about to marry me. And after I made her my wife there was no way I was letting her leave again. Any reservations she may have would fall upon deaf ears after that point.

If we were going to do this together as she wanted, she needed to be prepared to see how wicked I could truly get.

My hands that could hold her and caress her soft skin could also break a man's bones like twigs. My mouth which she was used to kissing her most intimate parts could tear out a person's jugular quicker than she could even blink. My tongue...that she was so accustomed to releasing sweet words and I love yous—could spew the most venomous and vile things. Anything I needed to say to get into their heads, I would say.

I looked at her over my shoulder, seeing her seated on a step, her eyes on us, and I sighed before looking at Aiden. I unbuttoned the cuffs to my sleeves and rolled them above my forearms before tucking my hands into my pockets. "Let's just talk for a second," I started. "Things will be a lot less painful for you if we take this road," I lied.

"Let. Me. Go." He thrashed against the chains. "I don't know what you want from me."

"Let's start with your name," I said, leaning my forearms on my legs as I looked at him. "We already know it's not Aiden...and we know that you know who we are. Don't bother trying to lie about that anymore."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, his eye twitching.

"You know..." I stood up, tucking my hands back into my pockets as I walked to the wall on the right of us. "There are a few things in the world that I truly can't stand. We'd be here all day if I told you all of them, but I'll tell you a few: staring with one— people who touch what's mine..." I started, pushing a shelf filled with cleaning supplies. "Two, people who pretend to be something that they're not...and lastly, people that lie straight to my fucking face."

When the shelf was out of the way, a wall of weapons was exposed, resembling the one of many I had in the Underworld. I let my fingers trail over the many different blades. "Paris," I said, my eyes on the weapons. "Pick a knife."

"Fourth one on the third row," he answered.

I found it. The small knife twinkled in my hand as I picked it up. "Good choice." I turned toward Aiden, the tip of my finger touching the double-sided blade. "What was I saying?"

"Three things you can't stand," Paris spoke up. I could practically hear the amusement in his voice.

"Right." I stalked close to Aiden. "And you've managed to do all three of those plus more. So..." I sat down, tapping the knife against my hand as he eyed it, fear crippling his eyes. "...what would you do if you were me?"

"I'd let me go," he rasped. "I promise I won't say a word to anyone about this—

"Oh my." I looked at him, placing a hand over my chest. "You won't tell anyone...gosh, I was so worried about what would happen—" I plunged the knife into his thigh and sat back as he let out an ear-piercing scream- the sound like music to my ears. "You have no idea how relieved that makes me."

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