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💚 So remember that this pic is RATED M, and it is not only for the sexy times. Some dark moments will be approached in this story, and they can trigger some people. This is a fair warning to remind you that this story sets place in a dark world, which means it is bound to mountains dark themes.

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Chapter 33: Karma (4,3K)

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💚 So … This is our last Christian chapter … Because the story demands so … Too much violence, Haha, I'm tired, it's the middle of the night, don't mind me. I'm worst than drunk/stone when I'm tired, and I don't even drink/smoke!

💚ALSO‼️Remember that this story is rated M not only because of lemon but also because of violence and strong content! This story isn't about unicorns and rainbows, and some VERY DARK AND HARD themes are in there! ‼️

💚 Also, remember who Christian is in this story. Sure, he is sweet with Ana and has a sweet side when it comes to those he cares about, but we had a few chapters from other characters point-of-view to show how cold he could get. Christian IS A MOBSTER, and I will not diminish this side of him to make him sympathetic. He has been stated to be ruthless, just like Raymond, and the show is always better than tell, so …

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Christian's PoV

Meet me in the bathroom in twenty minutes. Christian.

After leaving Jose's house, Christian grabbed a cab and went back to Katherine's wedding, organising his trip to Russia on his phone. He did his best to keep his emotions at bay, and to not overthink of what Jose had just told him, fully aware that it wasn't the time yet for him to let go of his rage.

When the yellow car pulled over in front of the building where the newlyweds had their reception, Christian told the driver to wait for him for half an hour, and he walked straight to the table where he had been assigned. There, he found Raymond I deep conversation with Ethan and Elliott, and he stopped mid-stride. If he did not know better, it looked like his boss was more than tipsy at this right moment, which was a first for Christian.

Still, he made his way to the older man, and put his hand on his shoulder so he could whisper in his ear, "I'm off for the upcoming week."

This seemed to sober up Raymond who whipped his head to stare at Christian. Christian had rarely seen surprised on his boss's face, but he put this one on the fact that Raymond had drunk all day long with his friend, and was less in control of his reactions at the moment. With a little sigh, the older man got up and indicated Christian with his chin to follow him to some area less crowded.

As they walked to a corner of the garden, Christian let his eyes wander to the crowd, as if nothing, and he saw that Ana was sitting at a random table, along with Katherine and Mrs Kavanagh. The three women were laughing at something, Mrs Kavanagh holding a fruit in her hand, demonstrating whatever she was talking about.

"Something wrong?" Raymond finally asked when he estimated that they were far enough from prying ears. Christian shook his head and assured his boss,

"I just need the next week off. Nothing to worry about."

Raymond waited for him to elaborate, sure that Christian wouldn't simply leave without a good explanation, but Christian shook his head.

"It's personal." He knew that Raymond was already aware of Jose's situation and that he would probably put two and two together. If not now, when he will be sober enough. But this was Jose's life, and he had no business going around talking about it without Jose's knowledge. If Jose wanted to tell Raymond that he had asked him to help him out, it should be him who should tell him.

"I figured he'd ask you," Raymond simply said after a few minutes of silence, and Christian replied nothing, not affirming, or denying Raymond's trail of thoughts. The boss sighed a little, shaking his head and added, "Don't be late. You said a week. Ana's birthday is in two weeks and she would never forgive me if I have to cancel her trip to Peru. Especially if it's because you took unexpected vacations."

Christian snorted, hardly qualifying his upcoming trip as vacations, and Raymond gave him a knowing smile, "It is true that you don't know what means the word vacation. I should teach you when you come back."

Christian shook his head, and took Raymond's leave, heading straight to the bathroom. He checked his phone, glad to see that Luke had texted him and that he would be able to travel with his weapon. That gave him one less thing to worry about once he would be in Moscow. His flight was in three hours, so if everything went according to plan, he would be able to go back to his place and grab his emergency bag before heading to the airport.

He waited for Ana for five minutes before she came in and jumped into his arms.

"I knew you liked our last bathroom sex," She commented, before kissing him passionately. He gave her back her kiss, tasting the alcohol on her tongue, and smiling to himself. Ana had always been more libidinous when she had had alcohol.

Still, he broke their kiss before it became too heated, and put her down on the floor. "I sure liked it. But that's not why I want to see you."

She waited for him to go on, and he caressed her cheek as he told her, "I'm leaving abroad for a week or so, and I highly doubt that I will be available."

"Oh," She said, her smile fading. Christian could see the deception on her face and wanted nothing more than to take it away. "Do you have to work even on wedding days?"

"No, no. it's personal. But it's not something I can talk to you about."

"Is it about your parents?"

"What? No!" Christian exclaimed, repressing a sigh of exasperation. It wasn't the first time Ana brought the topic of his parents, and no matter how many times he would tell her to forget about it, she seemed to insist on having him look for them.

"It's just something I need to take care off," He explained, hoping that she would drop the issue of his parents.

"But you'll be back for my birthday, right? We're still celebrating together?" She asked, and Christian gave her an honest smile, happy that she stopped talking about his parents.

"Of course."

"Promise?"

"I promise," He assured her before kissing her on the lips.

She smiled with satisfaction, and he left not without pecking her lips one last time. Once he closed the bathroom door behind him, his mood completely changed, set on only one thing, give Jose the revenge he deserved.

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Christian's PoV

With a small sigh, Christian watched the unconscious man tied in the chair, appreciating this little moment before it even happened. It wasn't the first time he had a guy strapped to a chair, and he doubted that this would be the last time. He loved that single moment when he got to see in the other man's eyes the realisation that he was in control of everything. That he was in power, and the guy was only a pawn in his hands.

He looked at the man, Andrew, his imagination running wild with what he could do to him. Christian could tell despite the chair that the man was not very tall. He had a rather average height. But that was the only thing average about the man. Christian had observed him over the past couple of days, and Andrew was a charismatic man. It was more than his handsome features, it was in the way he talked, the way he walked. He had what it took to compel an audience, and this was probably how he convinced most of his victims to work for him.

After checking that all his material was in order, Christian took a towel and placed it over Andrew's head, and he emptied a bucket of water. The man loudly gasped before coughing, but Christian kept the towel over his head. He waited a little for the man to catch back his breath, and reiterated his action a couple of times before finally taking the towel off.

Andrew coughed, gasping for air clean of water, and his eyes frantically looked around before settling on Christian. With a vicious pleasure, Christian saw that Andrew had taken notice of the camera recording, and of the table with several syringes and a few instruments. He waited to see if Andrew would start asking frantic questions, but the man simply tried to sit straighter, giving Christian the challenge he had been looking for. There would be no fun if the man broke down at the first minute.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked with a small smirk on his lips. He watched the man in the eyes, aware that his voice inspired anything but trust. It was his business voice, cold, calculating, and threatening.

"You're not important. Some lowlife criminal who thinks I'm going to give him something in exchange of my life," Andrew dismissed, making Christian darkly chuckle. He loved it when they were so strong at the beginning, sure they would get out. It made their downfall even more delectable.

"Do you know who I work for?"

"Who cares?"

Christian walked to the camera, assuring himself that it caught perfectly Andrew, and adjusted the image when he saw that it was a little bit blurry. "I work for someone very important. Someone who strikes fear by the very mention of his name."

Then, he walked to the table and took a gulp out of his water bottle before he added with a sardonic smile, "But the thing is, I am not here on official business. I am here to do a favour for a friend."

When Andrew remained silent, Christian understood that he was in for a silent treatment, which did not bother him the least in the world. He placed himself in front of the man in the chair, and asked, feigning interest,

"Do you have any idea who that friend might be?"

"I don't know and I don't care. You can't do anything to me without repercussion. We're on my turf," Andrew spat, ripping out of Christian a genuine laugh. For a second, Christian even wondered if this man was serious after all.

"And yet, here you are, in a deserted hangar, strapped to a chair, and at my mercy." He let the words sink, before he added, "Do you really think I would be stupid enough to stay in Russia?"

And finally, realisation dawned on Andrew, making him pale. All along, he had assumed that he would getaway, or that someone would notice his absence and come looking for him. But now, he knew that he was not dealing with an amateur and that he had lost the advantage of being on his own territory.

Christian smirked, and added salt to injury as he lightly explained, "We're in a country who won't give a fuck about extraditing you. A country who won't give a fuck about you, period. And I happen to be on very good terms with some people here."

"You brought us to fucking China!" Andrew cried out, panic showing on his face. He was realising that he was doomed either way. Either he was Christian's play toy, either China got their hands over him, and would sell him to the highest bidder. And when one had the line of work Andrew had, one made themselves many enemies along the way.

"Well, it is just next door," Christian riposted as if he was a simple student doing an expose.

The two of them stared at each other, and Christian decided that it was time to start playing with his food. He walked to the table and put the firebrand on the fire that was heating up next to the table. He was deliberately slow, perfectly aware that one of the best torture was what the imagination could do to the victim, and he said,

"To be honest, you are a very lucky man. See, my friend for whom I'm here has a good heart. A very good heart, and a pure soul. So pure, that torturing you was never even an option to my friend."

He checked on the fire, making sure it would keep on breathing and heating up the firebrand, before he turned his head to Andrew and viciously smiled to him, "Unfortunately for you, you have to deal with me. And I am far from having a good heart, or a pure soul."

Andrew glanced at the syringes, and then at the firebrand heating up, and Christian visibly saw him swallow before he asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

He chuckled, taking a vicious pleasure on seeing fear install itself in Andrew's heart. "You should be worried of what is going to happen to you before your death."

"Are you some sort of doc?" Andrew asked, glancing at the syringes once again. Christian followed his gaze with a small smile before he explained,

"Those are not meant to kill you. Those are meant to numb the pain for a little while, just so you and I can play a little longer. See, I am one of those people who doesn't sleep much at night, and that gives me time to learn so many things while the rest of you are sleeping. For instance, what drugs will keep you alive and aware, no matter what kind of pain I inflict you, or what bone will hurt the most when I will break it."

Andrew' gulped again, and though Christian kept his smile on, he had to admit that he was a bit disappointed. He had hoped to break the man while torturing him, but apparently, just the prospect of it had terrified him. This was going to be quicker than he would have wanted.

"You and I are going to play a game. I am going to ask you for my friend's name, and you will tell me who you think it is. If you're right, I will break something that doesn't hurt much, like your fingers. If you're wrong …"

Christian let his sentence in suspense, his smile more vicious than ever, especially when he saw sweat on Andrew's face as he stuttered,

"I don't even know if it's a guy or a girl! I don't even know you!"

Christian shook his head, pretending to be sad as he reminded the tied-up man, "That's not what I asked for."

Then, he walked to the table and took the flat clip and walked back to Andrew, before hastily securing his hand down in order to remove the nail of his index. Andrew screamed at the top of his lungs, unknowingly indicating to Christian that he had never been tortured before and that he had poor resistance to pain.

He wasn't even bothered by the scream, simply dismissing it as he wiped the clip clean and nonchalantly asked, "The name?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

He had to admit, Christian thought that it was pathetic that he was already so weak, and even disappointed that there was no real challenge in that game after all. But that did not stop him from enjoying every minute of it. This man had wronged his friend in some inhuman and unnatural ways, and Christian would be damned if he didn't make him pay for it.

He put down the clip and took the shears. When he walked back to Andrew, he saw that the guy's first reaction was to try to close his legs, which made him chuckle. He was vicious, but he felt that it would give Andrew too much importance than to focus on this part of his anatomy. Instead, he went for his left ear, and cut it off in one sharp clip.

Andrew screamed again, gasping like a maniac for air while Christian wiped the shears clean, asking as if nothing, "The name?"

"I swear I have no idea!" He sobbed, his lungs still looking for air. Christian waited a little, not wanting for his prisoner to faint out of pain yet, and then took the bottle of pure alcohol and poured it over the open wound. Andrew tried to struggle, but his bonds were too tight.

Without a word, Christian wiped the wound, using a wet towel, and when his question came unanswered once again, he took the firebrand and cauterised the gaping ear. He barely heard the scream, used to that kind of noise, but the smell was still a bit disturbing.

"I swear I don't know. How do you want me to know?" Andrew asked, his nose puffy and dirty, and Christian shrugged, as he retorted,

"Think."

He then took the sledgehammer, and violently aimed for his talus, breaking it into pieces. At this point, Andrew's screams had become part of the natural noise for Christian, he barely heard them. But he still revelled in his tears, and in the pure anguish that he could clearly see on the man's face. He wasn't even trying to hide his smile, perfectly aware that the more vicious he appeared, the more Andrew was to fear what worst could come next.

When he swang the sledgehammer again, Andrew rapidly shook his head, enumerating random names, in the hope to hit jackpot, "Jessica. Annabelle. Alice. Ruby. Ivanka. Svetlana. Anong. Jacinta."

"Don't you feel sick to have destroyed so many people's lives, that you can't even remember that one name? Maybe you shouldn't have started in this business to begin with," Christian cut him off, and Andrew blinked away his tears, looking at him with comprehension gleaming in his eyes.

"You work for Raymond Steele."

Christian smirked, knowing that this was one logical deduction. After all, Raymond was known worldwide for his repulsion of the sex-trade, which was an oddity in the underground. After all, most mobsters usually made their money off it, and Raymond managed to beat them all, without selling a single person to this industry.

Still, he saw a sparkle of hope light in the bastard's eyes as he quickly said, "You won't kill me. Not without an audience. Raymond likes to make examples, and he would have to kill me socially before killing me like that. He would want to kill my business first, just so others would know."

"I think you're forgetting something," Christian retorted with a little singing tone. "I told you I wasn't here on Raymond's behalf. I am here for my friend, whose name I am still waiting for."

He lightly tapped the sledgehammer, and Andrew immediately blurted, "Jose. Your friend is Jose!"

"Good!" Christian happily said, before swinging the hammer and breaking his hand still holding five nails.

He let the man scream and walked to the table to take a syringe and appease his pain. The fun part was about to begin, and he did not want Andrew to pass out. As he was trying to locate a vein, Andrew spat at him,

"You got your name. Just get on with it and kill me."

Christian viciously laughed, though it was a laugh from the heart, and he shook his head as he put the empty syringe back on the table. "I want more than a name," He said, pointing at the camera.

Andrew glared at it, and shook his head in denial, "I won't apologise. He was a little shit, and his mother was a whore. She was my property, and I do what I want with my property."

"Who said I wanted an apology? Who would believe a word coming out of the mouth of a child molester? I want you to look at the camera, and confess your sins and mistakes."

"Or what? You'll kill me?" He mockingly asked.

"Or I won't kill you. I will keep playing with you. I have all the time in the world, and no remorse when it comes to torturing scumbags like you. I will sleep like a baby when you will be over."

Andrew glared at Christian but did not peep a word, which Christian had expected. With his smile still on his lips, he walked to the table and took the pliers before grabbing Andrew's face by the jaw and forcing his mouth open. "Maybe you have too much in your mouth," He taunted, before removing a tooth.

The tooth was barely out that Christian forced pure alcohol down his throat, sure that the burn of the alcohol of the fresh wound would be worst in his mouth than on his body. When Andrew spat all he could, blood mixed with alcohol and saliva, Christian asked, taking Andrew's valid hand,

"How about the sin of molesting a young child?"

Without waiting for an answer, he took two more nails out of their sockets, and Andrew gave up his attempt to stay dignified in the end.

"I did," He miserably sobbed. "I raped Jose, and many other kids, so it would be easier for me to sell them on the market later."

"How about the sin of thinking a person could be your property?"

Christian saw the hesitation in Andrew's eyes, but as soon as he reached for the pliers, Andrew looked at the camera and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I should have treated them with respect."

Christian smiled with satisfaction, and walked to the camera, making sure everything was recorded. "How about the sin of killing my friend's mother?"

"She sold me off! To your boss! Raymond doesn't do kindly with pimps!" He glanced at Christian, swallowing as a tear rolled down his cheek. "But apparently, the student has surpassed the master," He added, grinding his teeth.

Christian chuckled, wondering how much longer he could play with his prey.

"You have seen nothing, yet. See, Jose said he couldn't even see his mother's face because the blast erased it." He walked to the tied up man, using another syringe to numb the upcoming pain. "My friend couldn't give a proper burial with an open casket to his mother because of you. He couldn't have one last beautiful image of his mother, because of you. And I'm going to do the same to your family."

And as he said those words, he took the burning iron, and slowly rolled it down his face, burning away the flesh and disfiguring him forever. Andrew screamed bloody murder while Christian clenched his jaw doing his best to ignore the strong smell. He only put down the iron when Andrew passed out, making him curse before checking his pulse.

Once he was done, he went to the camera and ended the recording, before walking back to Andrew. He took a picture of him, dirty, disfigured, bloody and pitiful; and a satisfied smile spread Christian's lips, feeling like justice had been served. The kind of justice that no law in this world would ever be able to give him.

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Christian's PoV

💚For those who don't know, Macau is China's Vegas (of sort)

Raymond,

The package is meant for Jose, but I think it was safer to send it to your place, than his.

With it, you will find a little black book,

Give it to Mrs Kavanagh, I am sure that she will do a much better job with it than me.

There is also a DVD for Jose. Just give it to him, with the package, and he'll know what to do with both of them.

I'm off to Macau, check on the casino, and put things in order

And I shall be back before the end of the week

Christian was walking in the streets of Macau, without any particular destination in mind, preoccupied with his problem at hand. He had to 'fire' the manager that had been handling Raymond's casino there. The casino hadn't been bringing any money for the past few months, which was an oddity in itself. Rare were casinos that did not bring money, especially casinos as well placed at the one Raymond had in Macau.

It turned out that the manager was stealing most of the profits, to buy drugs and sell them back. Christian couldn't really blame the guy for trying to double-cross Raymond, it was a bold move. But that did not mean it was something he left unpunished, no matter the guts needed.

But now, he needed to find a new manager, and he hadn't been in Macau for quite a while and therefore did not know whom to trust with the management of an entire casino. He was actually considering going to Vegas and take one of their assistant manager there, to place him in Macau, but the problem was that none of them spoke a word of Chinese. In fact, most of them only spoke English.

He was still trying to find a solution to his problem when he was suddenly taken away from his thoughts by gunshots. His first instincts were to reach for his own gun while taking cover, but before he could do any of that, a bullet hit him.

Christian fell backwards, but strangely, his thoughts weren't on the bullet draining the life away from him. Every single one of his thoughts were of Ana, and how he did not get to hold her one last time.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚So … Hihi, Evil me came back. If you've been following me since the beginning of time, you know that I can be very mean and that I have been fairly nice in this story. There hasn't been that many cliffhangers and the angst wasn't even present (except for Jose). So … I'M BACK! Mouahahhahahah 😈😈😈(did I mention that I was tired?)

~ Anyway, question time:

💚What did you think of Christian's torture? I personally, evil and diabolical as I am, loved writing it. It really gave me great pleasure ... I should maybe make this my job, after all.

💚How do you think Jose will react to that video?

💚 Do you hate me? Hihi

💚What did you think of this chapter overall? And what do you think will happen next?

💚What was your favourite part?

💚Anyway, E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, everything else is mine.

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Sofia: I know, this chapter was so hard, but now, Christian stepped in. A last gesture to give his friend the retribution he wanted...

Love, Mina💚💚💚