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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 72 Ditched
Four years. It had been four fucking years ago today that she left him at the altar. The passing of time had done nothing to lessen the rage he felt when he remembered that day.
He opened the bottom drawer and picked up the picture of her in her wedding gown and veil. It was one of a series of pictures taken to test hair and make-up for the wedding. Every day, he tore up the picture and the next day, there would be the same picture back in place ready to be torn up again thanks to his assistant.
Tearing up the picture wouldn't be enough to calm him today. Before he began destroying his office, his long-time assistant walked into the room.
"You have good news?" he asked him.
"We're working a lead."
"Where?"
"California."
He looked down at her picture in her wedding gown and all he could think of was how much he was going to enjoy hurting her over and over again.
"It's just a matter of time," he said to the picture. "Hurting you is going to feel so good."