Jessi's house lay in deep silence. In one room, Jessi slept peacefully, unaware of the storm about to descend. In another, her father slumbered, the faint glow of his phone still illuminating the darkness from the hours he spent sending vile messages and images to Alena.
Suddenly, a sharp pressure pressed against his temple. Eyes snapping open, he squinted in the dim light and froze. A figure dressed entirely in black sat on him, a gun pressed against his head.
Instinctively, he switched on the light, and his blood ran cold. Standing before him was Kieran Moretti, clad in black, only his bloodshot eyes visible, staring into the very core of his soul.
Before he could react, he noticed the room: dozens of men in black, masked, guns aimed with deadly precision.
"Don't you dare scream," Aiden's voice cut through the tension. "The bullet will reach your head before your sound travels."
Fear gripped him like iron. Trembling, he croaked, "Who… who are you?"
Kieran's voice was cold, low, and lethal. "Your death."
"Why… why are you doing this? What did I do?"
Aiden stepped closer, voice icy. "Should I explain in words… or show you practically, with your daughter, Jessi?"
Jessi's father's face went pale, his bravado evaporating. "Don't you dare to touch my daughter!"
Kieran's voice dropped to a deadly calm, filled with rage. "Your daughter? And what about the other girls of her age? What about her friend? Are they not like your daughter?"
Realization hit him about who he was talking to. He laughed bitterly. "Oh, so you're her… sugar daddy?"
Kieran's eyes darkened to crimson. "More than that," he ground out, teeth clenched. "How dare you mess with her, you filthy piece of trash?"
The man laughed nervously. "Why are you so concerned about that wh*re? You can get better than her; give her to me. Let me enjoy her a little More, damn, she had grown so—"
Before he could finish, Kieran's hand shot forward, slapping him hard. Blood ran from his lips. "Don't you dare speak of her ever again!" Kieran seethed. "How cheap can you be? Just because she's been touched by many, you think you can do filthy things with her?"
He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper that dripped venom. "Well then… let me enjoy your daughter too. No, no, we have plenty of men here. Each one can take his turn until they are satisfied, just as you did with Alena."
"Right, Aiden? Let's do the same with his daughter, too. Just like he did with Alena," he said bluntly.
Aiden's eyes widened, nodding nervously. "Yes, boss."
Jessi's father trembled, rage and fear mingling. "Don't… don't touch my daughter. She's innocent!"
Kieran's lips curved into a dark, merciless smile. "Innocent? And Alena? She was innocent, too. Yet you chased her, you abused her, sent her filthy messages, videos. Why?"
The man stuttered, words failing him. Kieran's eyes blazed. "Now, let's see how it feels to be helpless while someone abuses the ones you care about."
"Aiden, bring her," Kieran ordered.
Aiden nodded, "Yes, Boss."
Aiden moved quietly, bringing Jessi's unconscious figure into the room. "No… please, don't!" the father begged. "I swear, I'll never hurt Alena! I'll leave her!"
Kieran's voice was ice and fire. "I haven't even touched her, yet here you are burning in fear. Do you know what Alena went through after your filth? Do you even have an idea? Do you know how hard it was to save her from the pain you caused?"
He turned to Aiden. "Don't stop until he cries blood tears."
Aiden hesitated, then slowly began undressing Jessi, carefully and methodically.
"No! Stop! Please, don't! I beg you! Leave my daughter!" The father's voice was shrill, desperation cutting through the room. "I apologize! I apologize to Alena! I won't hurt her!"
Kieran raised a hand signaling Aiden to stop.
Aiden stopped and took a deep breath. Kieran's eyes pierced the trembling man. "Do as I say."
The man nodded frantically. Kieran's voice was cold and unrelenting. "Record yourself. Confess everything, every filthy thing you did to Alena. Also say that you are ashamed of your act so you are leaving the city."
Trembling, Jessi's father obeyed. Each confession spilled out in pitiful, shame-filled words. When he was finished, Kieran took the phone, turning to Aiden. "Send this to his daughter."
"No! Please, don't!" the man shrieked, but Kieran ignored him.
Leaning close, Kieran whispered, calm yet terrifying: "I could have spared you for what you did with her in the past. But you didn't stop there. You tried to hurt her again. You tried to dig her past. For that… you will be punished. Brutally."
He gestured to the guards. "Take him to the basement. Every day, cut down one part of his body until he breathes his last. No food, no water. Starve him to death."
The man shivered violently. "No, no, leave me. I have confessed my crime as you asked me to. Jessi's father begged in helplessness.
But Kieran's face was stone. Without emotion, he watched the guards close his mouth and drag him away, leaving nothing but silence behind.
Turning, Kieran faced the space they had occupied minutes ago. "Clean the space, leave this girl where she was."
Aiden nodded and ordered the guards. Within 15 minutes, the space was cleared Jessi was placed back in the bed. And her father was taken by Kieran's men to the basement. The place looked like nothing had happened there a few minutes ago. It was immaculate. Jessi lay safely on her bed, untouched.
Kieran was sitting inside the car. Now his anger was calm. Aiden came quickly, hurried to the driver's seat. and started the car, and drove towards the farmhouse.
As Aiden was driving. Kieran broke the silence, eyes stayed locked on the road ahead. "Aiden…"
"Yes, boss?"
He exhaled, a rare softness threading through his usual steel. "I love Alena."
Aiden blinked, stunned. "What?"