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WARNING: There's some violence in this chapter. Read at your own peril.
Chapter Nine: Feral Love
"What is going on, Belikov?" Abe roars slamming his fists on the desk demanding Dimitri's attention. "Have you found my daughter? The uncertainty is killing Janine… And me."
It is then Dimitri shifts his attention to the older man. Despite knowing every second is precious in finding Rose, Abe falling apart in his office is kind of important too. Rose always spoke of her father as someone who probably didn't care enough to stay and fight harder. After the divorce, Abe moved to Istanbul where he runs his hotel empire. However, Dimitri knows Abe has been trying the whole time. Calling on her birthday, attempting to attend her graduation despite Rose never extending an invitation, and Abe's here now when Rose and Janine will need him most.
"Nothing happens without reason, Dimka," Yeva tends to say often. Abe showing up when he did maybe in the long run is what Rose needs to mend her relationship with her father. But first, they have to bring her home.
"I think I have," Dimitri meets Eddie's eyes unsure how much to tell Abe. "I found the man who took her. It's a long story, and I promise to give you and Janine all the details when I find Rose."
"I'm coming with you," Abe turns to Pavel. "We're going to need your guns after all."
"Guns?" Dimitri pinches the bridge of his nose. "You have guns? Did you legally purchase them?"
"Does it matter?" Abe scoffs. "You're going to rescue my daughter with your inadequate glock. I have assault rifles, so you can properly catch the asshole that took my daughter."
"We're not killing anybody," Eddie chimes in. "Our duty is to catch him alive, so the system can punish him accordingly."
"The system is broken, boy," Abe chuckles. "Do you have any idea how many senators I have on speed dial? How many of them will break me out of jail? There's no way you're keeping me from this. I'm going to get my daughter back."
"No," Dimitri says firmly. "You will go home to Janine. You will tell her Rose is coming home, and you will be ready for my phone call. I can't have a civilian get hurt or worse end up in jail. I don't care how many senators are in your pocket, Mazur. Rose wouldn't want you to get in trouble. Just listen to me. I will bring her back like I promised. It's my job."
"Rosemarie is not a job," Abe growls. "She's my daughter."
"She's my everything," Dimitri replies as calmly as possible though his patience is running thin. He's losing precious time arguing with his girlfriend's possible mobster father. "I made a mistake of letting her out of my sight. It won't happen again. I will find her, and I will bring her home in one piece. I love your daughter more than you'll ever know."
Abe remains silent as he assesses Dimitri. Janine had mentioned Dimitri's passion, and Abe wonders if she knows exactly how intense the Russian is. To Abe, Dimitri looks ready to jump in front of a bullet for Rose, and judging by Pavel's stiff posture, Dimitri might catch a bullet. Abe turns to Pavel and shakes his head for his bodyguard to stand down. Dimitri is one of them. He's family now.
"Fine," Abe concedes and makes for the door. "Bring my daughter back and call as soon as you have her. Oh and Belikov? Make the bastard pay."
Dimitri nods sharply, grabs his gun from his desk drawer, and tears out of his office with Eddie right behind him. Time is of the essence; they've already wasted enough time. He will call for back up if needed. Right now, he needs to get to the location. The tracker he placed on Nathan's Honda updates every time the car is in movement to preserve battery. Dimitri checks the latest update on the car's location before pulling away from the police station. He tears through the streets pushing past the speed limit and risking getting pulled over by his colleagues. But he doesn't care. His hands shake with the need to break, to maim, and to tear Nathan to pieces.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Dimitri moves through traffic easily. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Eddie checking and rechecking his gun. If anyone is as heated as Dimitri, it's Eddie, who has known Rose for six years when Dimitri took him under his mentorship. Eddie quickly saw the attraction between his mentor and Rose. He also saw Rose's kind heart. There's not a single mean bone in her body just a passion for standing up for those who can't. Who would want to hurt someone as kind and selfeless as Rose? Eddie couldn't believe it when Dimitri called him and gave him the terrible news. Whoever took her is a sick son of a bitch, which has just been proven to be true.
Near the harbor, an old abandoned storage unit sits crumbling; the wood barely holding up due to harsh weather. The grounds are property of Zeklos Inc where they stored goods once long ago now is the dumping ground for old, beat up shipping containers. Dimitri parks his car blocking the entrance. A rusty chain holds the bending gates closed. Eddie easily breaks the chains with a pair of bolt cutters.
"Call for back up," Dimitri says to Eddie. "Then go around the perimeter and search for any escape routes or movement. I'm going in."
"I should come in with you," Eddie protests picking up the radio to call for help. "They can go around the perimeter. You'll need me in case he escapes or has more accomplices inside."
"No," Dimitri looks around the wind still blowing. "I need you out here. Isaiah was the only accomplice, I'm sure of it, but if Nathan makes a run for it, I'll need your help to block him. Find any weak points and dispatch back up wherever you see fit. Besides," Dimitri growls as he holds his gun tightly. "I have to do this."
Eddie nods. "Be careful."
"Always am," Dimitri calls over his shoulder as he moves silently through the broken container ships.
The wooden shack comes into view with the Honda backed up close to the door. There are no windows up front and for that Dimitri is thankful. He sneaks up close to the car and looks inside. In the backseat is a black duffel bag. There are no keys in the ignition, Nathan wouldn't be so dumb. But he is dumb enough to hold Rose. Dimitri pulls out a small knife from his pocket and slashes all tires violently. There's no way in hell Nathan is getting away. Breathing heavily, Dimitri darts toward the storage house. He rests his back against the wood wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his right hand. His eyes suddenly rest on the gravel by the front door. There's dry blood. Dimitri's body begins to tremble with the rage coursing through his veins. His hand holds onto the grip of his gun tightly; his knuckles turning deathly white with the force.
"I'm coming, Rose," Dimitri mutters under his breath as he tries to pry open the front door. But of course, Nathan locked it. "Damn it."
He uses his knife to mess with the lock, but he soon discovers it's broken. The door must be locked some other way. Dimitri steps back and attempts to kick the door and curses when he hears the rattling of chains. He opts to go around. If he keeps messing with the door, the noise might alert Nathan something is amiss. As it is, it's very possible Nathan has heard the rattling. With gravel crunching under his feet, Dimitri goes around the house making sure to stay low. He encounters a couple of windows on the right side. Slowly, he rises to peek inside. He sees nothing but empty rooms, so he continues. In the back, is another door but, like the one up front, is also locked by chains.
The only alternative is going in through a window. Dimitri curses again knowing to get in through the window, he must smash the glass. Nathan will surely hear the glass shattering and know something is wrong. Dimitri fears Nathan might react harshly and hurt Rose. Dimitri crouches by the window and taps the barrel of the gun against his forehead forcing his brain to work double and think of a plan. But there's no alternative. He must go through the window. The only downside is he has no idea where in this shack Rose is being held. But she's hurt. By the blood on the gravel, Nathan has hurt her.
With his mind made, Dimitri takes his shirt off wrapping it around his left hand, he smashes the window. The glass shatters and clinks onto the ground echoing in the empty shack. Nathan hears it and stops cutting Rose's dress. He listens for the wailing of sirens or footsteps running towards the room in the far end of the shack.
"Stay quiet," Nathan groans as if annoyed in an obvious attempt to appear unbothered by the thought that he has been discovered. Rose's threats suddenly seem very plausible, but Nathan is not going to show his fear or his weakness to his prey.
Like hell, Rose says to herself as she begins to feel hope again. She should have never doubted Dimitri. She should have known her Russian God would never fail her. "Dimitri!" Rose shrieks tears running down her cheeks in relief. "I'm here!"
"Shut your mouth!" Nathan hisses pressing the scissors to her cheek. "Or I will cut your pretty face."
"Do your worst," Rose spits. "Dimitri is here, and he's going to skin you alive."
Dimitri moves fast through the shack; his eyes have adjusted to the dim lighting. He follows the sound of Rose's voice. His heart beating fast in his ears when he no longer hears her; he fears the worst. Eventually, he catches light slipping through the crevices in a beat-up door near the back. There's no sound coming from inside, but Dimitri doesn't dwell on negative thoughts. Rose is well. He's here to make sure of it. With his shoulder, he breaks the door open. He's sure he'll have splinters on his bare arms, but he quickly dismisses that thought when he finally gazes upon Rose.
Nothing in his training ever prepared him for this. He had been trained to keep emotions in check. Arthur, Dimitri's mentor, used to say that in this profession he has seen people do horrible things, things that make the strongest man's stomach turn. But as law enforcers, they must always remain calm and keep their emotions in check. Someone's life could be counting on it. Dimitri never imagined he would be in this situation struggling to stay calm for the sake of his loved ones, for the sake of the woman he loves more than his own life.
Nathan has Rose strapped to a table. Her red dress torn everywhere barely keeping her covered, and her legs are bloody. Nathan keeps a pair of scissors at her neck as he looks at Dimitri defiantly. Dimitri takes deep breaths and reminds himself to stay calm because this time Rose's life depends on it. But it's so hard when his whole body trembles with anger. His heart beats wildly in his chest and against his eardrums. Everything looks unfocused except for Nathan's hand holding the scissors against Rose's neck.
"Are you okay?" Dimitri calls out clearly and calmly to Rose. He's surprised he's keeping the angry growls threatening to erupt from his chest out of his voice. The last thing he wants is to startle Rose.
"Do not address my pet," Nathan presses the scissors against her throat. "She knows the rules. She's not to speak unless she wants to die. As for you detective Belikov, you will put your gun down and kick it my way. If you refuse, I will slit our precious Rose's throat. A terrible loss but one I'm willing to take."
"Or you could just let her go," Dimitri keeps the gun pointed at him. "You let her go, and I won't pursue. I just want Rose back."
"You can have her back after you put the fucking gun down! Follow my rules and you lovebirds will be together soon." Nathan is sweating as he presses the scissors firmly to her neck. He expected Dimitri to come after him just not so soon. Nathan had hoped to have some fun with Rose before dumping her in the harbor then disappearing from Boston. His only regret now is never to have tasted Rose's skin or have the honor of breaking her spirit. But there will be others, Nathan vows. "Do it now, Belikov. I'm losing my patience!"
"All right," Dimitri slowly lowers the gun. He crouches putting the gun on the ground and putting his hands up in the air to show Nathan he's cooperating. "Now back away from Rose."
Nathan tsks. "First, kick the gun over here."
Dimitri does so. The gun skids across the room colliding with one of the table's leg. Nathan pulls the scissors away from Rose's throat and makes for the gun. Dimitri crosses the room in a couple of strides. Just as Nathan holds the gun in his right hand, Dimitri grabs his wrist. Nathan fires a shot into the air followed by another as he and Dimitri fight for control of the gun. But Nathan's left arm is still hurting from the gunshot of the other day, so it puts him at a disadvantage. Isaiah was always a terrible shot. Dimitri pushes Nathan against the wall where he slams Nathan's hand against the wall trying to get him to loosen his grip on the gun. But Nathan holds on and pushes past the pain in his shoulder and punches Dimitri's jaw.
It's like punching a wall. Dimitri feels nothing and doesn't faze. His rage fuels him until he sees nothing else but Nathan. Dimitri wants to tear Nathan apart. Make him bleed like he's made Rose bleed. Slit his throat like he threatened to do to Rose. Strap him down and torture him until he begs for mercy, but Dimitri won't give it to him. Dimitri will drag his suffering. Dimitri growls baring his teeth before striking Nathan on the nose with his head. Nathan screams in pain when he hears the crunching sound of his nose breaking and the blood spurts. Dimitri takes advantage of Nathan's distraction and takes Nathan's wrist holding the gun and snaps it. Nathan screams in horror tasting the blood from his nose in his mouth. His eyes bulge seeing his wrist bent at an unnatural angle dangling uselessly.
"Come on," Dimitri kicks the gun away. He doesn't need a gun to hurt Nathan. Dimitri pulls Nathan up by the collar. "Get up, bastard. Fight me." He punches Nathan's ribs repeatedly. "Not so tough now, huh? Taking defenseless girls and snuffing the light out of them." Dimitri wraps his hands around his neck adding pressure. Nathan's face begins to redden as he gasps for air. "How does it feel to not be able to breathe?" Dimitri slams his head against the wall before tossing him across the room.
Dimitri makes for the table where Rose still lays. He uses the sharp scissors to cut one of her hands loose. He kisses the top of her head before turning back to Nathan crawling away towards the door. But Dimitri's not done yet. He grabs Nathan by the ankles and drags him back. Dimitri is on top of Nathan punching him repeatedly on the jaw.
"How dare you," Dimitri pulls out his knife from his pocket pressing it to Nathan's throat. "How dare you take Rose? How dare you hurt her? I will make you pay. Every finger you laid on her, I'm going to cut it, and then I'm going to make you eat them."
"No," Nathan moans and spits blood out. "Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Not yet you're not," Dimitri grips Nathan's bloodied face forcing him to look at the pissed of detective. "My face will be last thing you see before you pass out from the pain as I slice your fingers off. My voice and your screams will follow you to your nightmares. And when you wake up, I'll be there to make sure you never see the light of day. I'm going to kill you. Cut you into little pieces until nothing else is left of you."
Dimitri grabs Nathan's broken wrist and puts it over his head. Nathan screams as Dimitri begins to cut Nathan's index finger. With a mouthful of blood and several teeth knocked out, Nathan pleads for mercy. Nathan's screams of pain are music to Dimitri's ears as he slices through flesh slowly sawing through the bone. With the index finger cut off, Dimitri begins to work on the thumb. The pleasure he feels inflicting pain on Nathan drowns everything else around him. There's only the feeling of his knife cutting through bone, Nathan pleading for mercy, and the smell of blood around Dimitri. It's all so intoxicating and exhilarating. Dimitri wonders if this is what lions or cheetahs feel when they've caught their prey.
"Dimitri!" Rose's shrieks cut through his bloodlust, pulling him from his feral state. "That's enough! Please."
Rose worked on her restraints when Dimitri cut her hand loose. She watched in horror and fascination as Dimitri pummeled Nathan to a pulp. The sounds of bone crunching under Dimitri's fist made her feel fulfilled but at the same time terrified. Nathan deserves everything he's getting because of his actions abducting, raping and murdering women. If Dimitri hadn't arrived in time, Rose knows her fate would have been the same. But as she looks on, Rose can't stand hearing Dimitri growling like a feral animal. As much as she would like to join in and inflict pain on Nathan, Rose has come to realize Nathan is not worth losing her humanity or Dimitri's. She has never heard him make those sounds, and it scares her shitless. When he turns to glance at her, Rose's breath catches. There's an unhinged glint in his once gentle eyes. In that moment, Rose knows Dimitri will fulfill his promise of killing Nathan. She can't allow Dimitri to taint his hands with the blood of a coward.
"Please," Rose pleads reaching out for him. "Come to me, love. I need you." Her eyes glisten with tears and her throat feels tight with all kinds of emotions.
"You're an animal," Nathan whimpers tears flowing down his cheeks and darkness dancing in his vision. As Dimitri promised, Nathan feels his consciousness slipping from the shock.
Dimitri can't ignore Rose's plea. She's not only begging him to comfort her; she's begging him not to kill the man who inflicted pain on many women and their families. She's begging him to let the bastard who tortured her live. While Dimitri can't comprehend why Nathan deserves to live, he gives in to Rose's plea because it's what her heart desires, and in the end, Dimitri will give her whatever she wants.
"No. We are animals, Nathan. The only reason I'm allowing you to live is because Rose is a better person than you or me. She has shown the mercy I do not possess. But mark my words, I will make sure you rot in prison, and I will make sure your life there is a fucking nightmare." Dimitri spits in Nathan's face and pulls away from him. Dimitri makes his way to Rose, who struggles to get down from the table. He catches her before she hits the ground and pulls her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, love."
"It's okay," Rose buries her face in his neck and holds onto him tightly. "You're here. You found me."
"I will always take care of you," Dimitri murmurs into her hair. "Always."
Eddie and back up bring the front door down. Back up arrived when Eddie heard gunshots, and as they make their way to the room, they find Nathan an unconscious bloody mess missing two fingers and a broken wrist. If Eddie had to guess, Nathan has more broken bones in his body that aren't easily visible. But no one feels sorry for him. It's a relief for Eddie to see Rose in Dimitri's arms both whispering to each other. Eddie turns away giving them their privacy until the ambulance arrives.
Dimitri rides in the ambulance with Rose. He won't let her out of his sight any time soon, and for that Rose is thankful. Despite the police taking Nathan into custody, Rose doesn't feel safe yet. She wouldn't let the paramedics, people she works with, take her from Dimitri's arms. He lowered her onto the stretcher himself and holds her hand as they ride to the hospital. With his free hand, Dimitri calls Janine and informs her and Abe that Rose has been found and is being transported to the hospital.
"By the way, Abe is in town," Dimitri puts his phone back in his pocket and turns to Rose. "He arrived yesterday before you went missing. I wasn't sure how to tell you. I know the last thing you need is drama…"
"Can we not talk about this right now?" Rose sighs. "My father is not even on the list of priorities right now. I just want to get this whole day over with."
"Whatever you need, love," Dimitri kisses her hand.
When the ambulance arrives at the hospital, Rose is immediately taken to her own room where she waits for a nurse or doctor to give her the all clear to go home. Despite her minor injuries to her legs, Rose knows she doesn't need to be in there. She only agreed to get checked out by a doctor to ease Dimitri's mind when all she wants is to go home, tear the dress off, burn it, take a long shower, cry, and sleep until next week. She just wants Dimitri to take her home where she can hide from all the pity looks she's sure to get. Rose knows very soon she'll have to face Nathan again in court. And the thought of seeing him makes her stomach hurt, but she doesn't want to think about that just yet. She wants nothing more than to put everything behind her and carry on like it never happened.
But it did. Rose let Galina get the best of her. Rose chose to leave the party without Dimitri. Nathan tortured her with promises to make her suffer; to do unspeakable things to break her faith in Dimitri. She chose to spare Nathan's life and now he'll be breathing the same air as her. Everything that happened, Rose cannot erase or forget. It'll always be a part of her. She glances at Dimitri on the phone with Olena. It's a part of them now because so far Dimitri hasn't left her. Maybe he won't but there's the chance that he will. If Rose was messed up before, she's truly damaged now. If Dimitri decides to stay, he'll have to live with the knowledge that Rose will never be the same again.
"I'm sorry," Rose whispers after sitting in silence with Dimitri for a while. He hadn't said much except ask if she needed anything to which she replied no because she didn't want him to leave her. "I shouldn't have left without telling you. Everything is my fault."
"Roza," Dimitri squeezes her hand tightly. "You have nothing to be sorry for, you understand? If we are looking to blame someone it should be me. I should have never let Galina get between us. And Nathan…" Dimitri inhales sharply as he feels the familiar anger coursing through his blood. "He's a piece of shit, pardon my language, and we will make sure he never sees the light of day again. Roza, you have done nothing wrong. You've been amazing. You're my strong and brave girl. I love you so much, and I'm just glad you are here."
"I'm not strong or brave," Rose swallows and whispers unable to trust her voice. "I broke down a lot. I doubted you for a second… I thought… I thought I was never coming home. He… Nathan started to…"
"What did he do, Roza?" Dimitri growls his body trembling fearing the worst. Fearing he had been too late to save her from Nathan's wickedness. But he also shakes in anger. If Nathan did more, Dimitri will find where Nathan is being held and put a bullet between his eyes. "Tell me what he did. Did he…"
"No," Rose closes her eyes but opens them immediately when the image of Nathan ripping her dress flashes before her eyes. "No. He didn't rape me. It didn't get to that, but I feared it would." Her voice cracks at the end, and she hates it. Dimitri holds her high on a pedestal believing her to be strong and brave when all night she's been terrified and on the verge of falling apart.
"You don't have to be afraid of him or anyone else," Dimitri places his right palm against her cheek. "You also don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to break and cry. I'm here with you, Roza. As your best friend or your lover. Whatever you need or whenever you need me. A shoulder to cry on or a drinking buddy. I'm yours."
"Thank you," Rose whispers as a single traitor tear makes its way down her cheek. "I'll be okay."
"I know," Dimitri presses his lips against her right hand and presses his forehead to her hand. "You're stronger than me." And he begins to sob. His body shakes the bed, and Rose grabs his head with both of her hands pulling him up. She allows him to cry and hide his face on her chest as she buries her hands in his soft and dirty hair. "I know it's not fair for me to break down. I should be the one being strong for you, but I… I feared the worst. I kept thinking it's my fucking fault for letting you out of my sight. I failed you, Rose. I promised to look after you, and I failed you. It's my fault everything you went through. I should have seen through Nathan. My gut kept telling me Isaiah was the wrong guy, and I let people tell me otherwise. I've never been more terrified in my life. The thought of losing you is my worst nightmare."
"Shhh," Rose kisses his hair. She can't listen to him anymore. When Nathan held her captive, Rose knew Dimitri would somehow blame himself for her possible demise, but hearing him actually do it, shatters her heart into a million pieces and is close to breaking her. There are people counting on her. If she made it through her capture, she has to make it through the recovery. Even if she doesn't believe it, she has to be strong for her loved ones. "It's not your fault either. It's all in the past. We're here, and we'll get through it. Together. That's my promise."
"You're a remarkable woman, Roza," Dimitri murmurs as he wipes his tears with his forearm. "You never cease to amaze me. I'm lucky to have you."
"We all are," Janine adds as she enters the hospital room. Her eyes are puffy from crying all night and lack of sleep. She still wears her pajama bottoms that Rose bought her on Christmas with the Grinch's face all over them. "Oh, Rose! I'm so relieved you're okay. You are okay, right?"
"I'm fine, mom," Rose croaks. "Thirsty as hell though. Will someone get me some damn water?"
"I'll get it," Abe turns tail and runs away before even entering the room. Rose had seen him stand awkwardly behind Janine with his head hanging low. She caught him glancing up and looking directly at her before averting his eyes.
As Abe runs away to find a nurse to get Rose some water, Dimitri catches up to him. Abe looks the Russian up and down. "You look like hell." Abe pulls his phone and types a message.
"I've looked worse," Dimitri comments dryly falling into step with the older man.
"Is that his blood?" Abe points to Dimitri's undershirt covered in blood and ripped.
"Some is his. Some is mine. I went through a broken window." Dimitri shrugs. He hadn't felt the pain of the broken glass cutting his torso, and he had refused attention from the paramedics. Rose was his priority. The bleeding had stopped at least.
"Tell me what you did to him," Abe sits on a nearby chair and closes his eyes. "Don't leave out a single detail."
"Should we get water for Rose first?" Dimitri chuckles amused at Abe's bloodlust. If Abe had been there, Dimitri wonders if Abe would have let Nathan live. The answer is no. Abe wouldn't have stopped. Rose is the voice of reason in Dimitri's mind. Looking at Abe smile when Dimitri recounts the bloody tale of capturing Nathan and beating him, Dimitri wonders if Abe even has a voice of reason.
"You did well, boy," Abe nods and slaps Dimitri's back in camaraderie. "If I had been there though, there would have been more blood."
"I don't doubt it," Dimitri rolls his eyes.
Abe sighs. "I suppose we protect those we love differently. I will get my turn."
Dimitri frowns and turns to face Abe. His face gives nothing away as he remains with his eyes closed and his head leaning back against the wall. "What do you mean? I know you mentioned you have senators in your speed dial…"
"I know what you're going to say, detective." Abe opens his eyes as Pavel shows up out of nowhere with water for Rose. Pavel nods clearly sending a message to Abe. "But it's too late. The deed is done."
"Abe," Dimitri stands up and follows Abe closely pulling him by the shoulder. "What did you do?"
"When you have family of your own, if Rosemarie wants children, you will understand," Abe shrugs Dimitri's hand and looks dead in his eyes. The lines around Abe's eyes harden sending chills down Dimitri's spine. "What we do for our children has no boundaries. I may not be father of the year leaving Rosemarie the way I did. I didn't fight hard enough for her, but I am back, and I'll be damned if I let the man who hurt my daughter go with all his limbs intact. A warning you will be wise to heed if you're to join the family soon, son."
"What did you do, Abe?"
"I did nothing," Abe feigns innocence. "I have been sitting with you the whole time, detective."
"Fine, let me rephrase." Dimitri turns to Pavel. "What did you do?"
"Cut his left hand off," Pavel admits nonchalantly with a thick Turkish accent. "I hear his wrist will not heal properly, and his hand will not function properly thanks to you, Detective Belikov."
"We saw no point in taking his right hand." Abe practically growls. "He might forget what you did to him. Now, he looks at his right hand, there's Belikov. He looks at the stump on his left, there's Mazur. The sick bastard won't be able to forget about us. He'll live with the fear that I'm coming for him. Next week or next year, I will take his tongue or an eye. Piece by piece he will pay for what he's done to Rosemarie. I swear it."
AN: I hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter. This is the most violent thing I've written, so it was kind of hard, but I liked it! Lol. I hope you all liked it as well. Thank you for your reviews, follows, and favs. Thanks for reading!
