Marrying my high school bully

Dexter

“Start talking!” I thundered, my voice echoing in the empty warehouse after I doused his body with a bucket of cold water that stirred him up from his sleep.

He shook his head and tried to wipe the water off his face, but he couldn’t as the chains that Wyatt wrapped around his body and connected to the iron chair, kept him bound.

His eyes fluttered open as he panted. “I thought that I’d agreed, what’s the use of this torture?” He croaked, struggling to break off from the grip of the chains.

I scoffed at his stupidity. What made him think that I’d let him off the hook that easily?

“Insurance, Dante,” I smirked. “So start talking before your mother leaves this earth for good.” I barked as he bit his lower lip and took a deep breath.

“A few days before the wedding, Emilia told me that I was going to drive Lorraine and the other women to a certain address she would send to me. At first, I refused to help her, but my mother got sick and she offered a huge sum of money-”

“She offered you a huge amount of money and you accepted? Did you ever tell me about the state of your mother’s health and I refused to help?” My temper simmered gradually, as I glowered.

I made sure that anyone who worked under me was well taken care of, and they earned a good sum of money for working as my guards. He knew how generous I was so the story about being tempted by Emilia’s offer wasn’t convincing.

“I’m sorry, boss, you had just paid us for the month and I didn’t want to disturb you for anything.” He murmured an apology, and I couldn’t help but scoff.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Dante!” I barked, “If you wanted to come to me, you would have done that, but that’s all in the past. Keep talking, I want to hear the remaining story.”

The remnant droplet of water cascaded down his forehead so he shook it off, breathing unevenly. “I took her to an abandoned building where she was beaten up badly. I wanted to leave, but I needed insurance so I pretended to be on my way, then I went to the backyard and made a video of everything that happened.” He confessed.

“What. Happened?” I took the words one after the other as I was seconds away from punching the life out of him.

He lowered his head, in a bid to avoid my gaze so I crouched down and gripped his chin, tilting it toward my direction.

“I’m waiting for your response.”

If he was this hesitant, then it only meant that I wouldn’t like what I was about to hear.

“Lorraine was forced to sign some documents in exchange for her supposed freedom, and also to save Victoria and Stella, but after she signed and handed the documents over to Leonardo, he gave her a gun to shoot Victoria.”

I jerked to my feet, raking through my hair while pacing restlessly in the room.

“Relax, Dexter,” Wyatt said calmly behind me.

“How do you expect me to relax? I’ve been deceived all these while and they made me think that Lorraine was a murderer, whereas everything that happened was their making. I’m going to kill them all, I swear.”

“It was Emilia’s idea because she wanted to paint Lorraine badly, and since she was taking time to pull the trigger, Leonardo went ahead to shoot her.”

“And in all of this, you did nothing to intervene? You couldn’t even find a place to hide and get a call across to me, huh?” I hollered at him, my fist connecting to his cheeks and my fury unleashed.

He groaned, his voice infuriating me the more as I landed another punch on his nose.

Fury surged through me like blood did in my veins and I unleashed the blinding rage on him until his face was battered and my fists were covered in his blood.

Fortunately for him, Wyatt was quick to block the next punch I aimed at his eyes. He dragged me away forcefully and then punched my face.

I snarled at him, but I didn’t retaliate because I understood his motive. If he hadn’t intervened, I might have committed my first murder.

“You’ve got to stop, man! He’s not the one you should channel your anger to.” He reminded me. “What we have to do is get the video from him as evidence, then get him to testify once we file a case against Emilia and Leonardo.”

“You’re right,” I agreed with a husky tone, “I need to get his face cleaned up and treated, but I have one last question to ask him.” I spun around and headed towards Dante, whose neck was bent.

Wyatt stopped me almost immediately. “Don’t hit him again.”

I shrugged off his arm angrily. “You aren’t my father.” I rudely replied.

As soon as everything was over, I’d apologize to him, but right now I needed to get this issue over with.

“So, Mr cameraman, do you have the video?”

He managed to open his bloodshot eyes, as he gasped heavily for air. “I-I don’t…”

“Your mother is still critically ill and on my command, the oxygen that she’s depending on can be disconnected.” I threatened him and he shook his head vehemently.

“Don’t. Do. That.” He pleaded. “I… I still have it.” He was finally admitted after having a painful cough.

“That’s good because I’m going to get you cleaned up and treated, and then you’ll hand over the video to me. You will be placed under twenty-four hours of surveillance while the case is on, which means that your cooperation is mandatory. Do you understand?”

“Yes, boss. I’m so sorry.” He squeaked.

I ignored his apology as it only fueled my annoyance. “I’m going to ask you one last question. Did Leonardo kill Lorraine after killing my sister?”

He turned to the other side and tried to rest his head on the edge of the chair, while I wished that Leonardo could replace Dante.

“He almost succeeded, but…” He snapped his lips shut and closed his eyes.

“But what?” I snapped.

“She successfully got Leonardo off her back, then ran into an accident. A man saved her.” He said the words in a rush.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

Which man could have saved her?

And if the man truly saved her with good intentions, why didn’t he help her search for her family so that she could return to them?

Or could she have amnesia?

Several thoughts sprang up in my mind and none of them seemed to make any sense.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Tell me, Dante. Did you see the man who saved her and can you recognize him?”

He didn’t answer immediately, and I continued pacing, silently regretting that I had to batter his face. If I’d restrained myself, he would have had the energy to respond promptly to me.

“I know him…” He admitted, then added, “And you know him too.”

My eyes widened as I glanced at Wyatt who gave me a surprised look. “I know him? What the hell are you talking about?”

“He’s quite… popular, b-but I can’t… I can’t remember his name.”

“So are you saying that if I get someone to sketch his portrait with your descriptions, I’ll be able to recognize him?” I asked hopefully.

“Y-Yes.” He stuttered.

I quickly dug into my pocket, produced my phone and called the one person I knew was good at this kind of craft.