Chapter 43: Master Manupilator
"Vincent?" Even Damien frowned. The Blake heir had never been on his suspect list. The worst he had considered were Sophia or Sabrina—both women with plenty of reasons to loathe Evelyn.
Zevian’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts mirroring Damien’s. Without a word, he flicked the dart, its point driving deep into Monu’s palm.
"Ahhh! I’m telling the truth!" Monu screamed, the sharp pain shooting through his hand as another dart pierced his flesh. When Zevian paused, eyes cold and unyielding, Monu pleaded, "Why would I lie when I’m this close to death?"
"Fool," Damien muttered with a disdainful snicker. "If you knew the consequences, why did you even take the job?" His question cut through the air, and Monu knew any false answer wouldn’t save him.
"I have stage 3 lung cancer," Monu confessed, a twisted smile creeping back onto his face. "I was dying anyway, so I thought, why not go out leaving a mark?"
Damien scoffed loudly, sensing the truth in his words. Touching the Reign family would indeed make this psychopath infamous posthumously. "But why did he want her dead?"
"Go ask him yourself," Monu grumbled, his hands numbing from the pain—only to be hit with another dart, this one embedding itself in the tip of his pinky.
Zevian’s expression didn’t waver, picking out a few more darts from the table. Monu cried, glaring at him in pure pain. He realized too late that Zevian was planning to continue regardless of his answers.
"It was his mother who hired me!" Monu blurted out, his voice trembling as he tried to confuse them further.
"Fucking hell! Stop it, please!" Monu’s screams echoed through the cell as Zevian hurled two more darts, each sinking into his palm with merciless precision.
Zevian’s midnight black eyes were alight with clear intent, to ensure that no part of the hand that had not only dared to touch Eva but threw her in a grave would be spared. And this was only the beginning of the real torture.