The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 44: Retribution part two

"Why didn’t you tell me about the abuse, Maya?" Dalton’s voice was calm, despite his anger.

Maya’s breaths were heavy between her words. "I have been foolish. I should have told you; I thought it didn’t matter anymore because I was under your protection. The only person I confided in about the abuse I was suffering disappeared from the surface of the earth with his family. My stepfather might have killed him. Since then, I have learned to endure the abuse silently and have never mentioned it to anyone. "Maya sobs, causing Dalton’s heart to sink. He felt helpless as he watched the pain in her eyes and the tears striking down on her face.

Dalton’s eyes were like a storm as he ground his teeth. He is going to make Fredrick Hathaway and his son suffer a hundredfold of the pain they had caused Maya.

Maya parted her lips to speak, but a cough escaped instead.

"I’m sorry; don’t force yourself to talk." He now felt guilty for making her speak when she was having breathing difficulties

"Dalton, my patient needs to rest," Oliver interjected as he barged in. He shot Dalton a fierce glare, but his expression softened when he turned to Maya.

"How are you feeling, Maya?"

Maya offered a weak smile. "So tired."

"What is the plastic tube inserted in my chest for?" Maya frowned as she shoved her hand inside her dress

"There is excessive air trapped in your lungs. The tube is draining that air," Oliver simply explained her Pneumothorax

Maya gasped. "Was it caused by my injured ribs?"

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, you’ll be fine within a week." He glanced at his wristwatch. "The excessive air in your lungs will be completely drained within a few hours."

"Okay," Maya breathed out and closed her eyes.

"Maya, I need to conduct a CT scan. Not now, but later," Oliver suddenly said.

Dalton looked at him sharply. "A CT scan? You said she is going to be okay?"

Oliver respired. "Yes, she will be. I just need to check her brain activity."

"Didn’t you already perform a neurological examination when we came to the hospital?" Dalton asked anxiously.

Oliver smoothed the frustrated lines on his forehead with his thumb. "Yes, but I need to do it again. She has been through a lot of stress, and it will impact her brain. I need to assess the damage.".

"Do what needs to be done," Dalton said as he pulled his phone from his pocket and texted Aiden to go kidnap Maya’s brother.

"I need to go to the hospital for the CT scan, right? We can go right away," Maya said, her eyes still closed.

"Nope, I will conduct it right here. Due to Dalton’s fear of the hospital, this mansion has every medical equipment and machine, including a CT Scan machine." Oliver chuckled.

"I need to go do something important; I’ll be back soon." Dalton kissed the top of Maya’s head.

Maya didn’t react; she was drifting back to sleep.

Take care of her," he shoots at Oliver before exiting the room.

Dalton needs to address an urgent business matter before going to Aiden’s house to torture Fredrick Hathaway and his son.

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Hours later, Dalton arrived at Aiden’s house.

Aiden’s house is situated on a cliff, which looks eerie and dangerous. Dalton wonders how many people Aiden has thrown over the cliff.

Terrence was kneeling, handcuffed, just a few inches from the edge of the cliff. One kick could send him tumbling over. Aiden loomed over him, playing with a knife while Terrence fidgeted in panic-ridden terror.

Terrence looks a bit battered. Dalton could tell Aiden beat him up to subdue him.

"Where’s Fredrick Hathaway?" Dalton asked.

"Inside," Aiden replied.

Dalton decided to deal with Terrence first.

Dalton snatched the brass knuckles that Aiden was wearing and slipped them onto his right fist. Terrence, sensing the impending punch, tried to scramble away but stopped when he realized that he was a few paces from the edge of the cliff. One wrong move, and he would fall over the edge, meeting his end.

Dalton grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him closer. With a swift motion, Dalton thrust his right fist forward, swinging his hand in a powerful arc. The brass knuckles connected with Terrence’s jaw. The sound of impact echoed through the cliff, a sickening thud that sent Terrence reeling backward, his shirt slipping from Dalton’s fingers. Blood and a tooth flew from his mouth.

Terrence cried out in pain. The agony he felt brought Dalton immense happiness. This bastard is feeling the exact pain he inflicted on Maya.

"Is this how you make Maya cry when you hit her?" Dalton targeted Terrence’s nose next, breaking it. He could feel a crack beneath his fist.

Dalton botched Terrence’s face with the brass knuckles, driven by a fury determination to seek retribution against Terrence for every punch he had thrown at Maya.

Dalton only stopped hitting Terrence When his fist grew weary and bloody.

Terrence’s face was an awful sight, as his face was painted red with his blood.

"Take over." Dalton removed the brass knuckles and threw them at Aiden.

Aiden gleamed with glee. "Finally joining in the fun," he pressed the knife he had been playing with against Terrence’s chest, right at his heart.

Terrence’s screams echoed as he began begging for his life. "I promise I won’t hit her again! Please don’t kill me!"

Aiden smirked like the devil. "I will not kill you." He retracted the knife. "But I will help you stop hitting her."

Terrence’s screams ceased, replaced by confusion. "What do you mean?"

Aiden didn’t answer; he went inside and, a few minutes later, returned with a roaring chainsaw, the sound echoing ominously. Terrence’s eyes widened in fear. "What are you going to do?".

Aiden laughed menacingly. "Have you watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? It’s my favorite movie of all time. Why don’t we reenact it in real life?"

"Fuck you! " Terrence shrieks, stumbling to his feet in an attempt to escape. However, Dalton overpowers him, kicking him to the ground. He then locks Terrence’s legs while Aiden stretches his hands on the ground, preparing to slice off his hands.

Aiden laughed maniacally as he began to slice Terrence’s hands with the whirring blade of the chainsaw. The searing pain caused Terrence to scream like a banshee. The chainsaw’s teeth bit into his hands, and his cries of agony grew louder and louder, while the ground began to soak with his blood. The sound of the chainsaw became a distant roar, overshadowed by Terrence’s screams

Blood sprayed onto Aiden’s face as he continued to gruesomely cut off Terrence’s hands. As the deranged individual Aiden is, making people bleed is his favorite pastime. He was overjoyed as he butchered Terrence’s hands.

With one final slice, Aiden amputated Terrence’s hands.

Aiden smirked. "Viola, you can’t hit Maya anymore."

Terrence stopped screaming; only muffled cries could be heard from him.

Dalton kicked Terrence’s mutilated hands—the ones he had used to hurt Maya for years—over the cliff with a sense of satisfaction.

Now that he was done with the son, it was time to torture the father.

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