Chapter 312: MORE TORTURE
"What?" Erika asked Ethan with wide eyes, unable to completely understand what he’d just said.
"Let’s travel abroad and stay there at least until you give birth?" Ethan repeated but became more specific this time. He understood how worried Erika was and she shouldn’t be especially now that she was in a critical condition.
"But what about our family? We can’t just leave them and stay abroad Ethan." More worry filled Erika’s heart—exactly what Ethan wanted to avoid earlier. "I’m sure that aunt and mom would want to be closer to me now that I’m pregnant and I also need to be close with them since they have more experience and will lead me in the right path."
"That shouldn’t be a problem, Erika," Ethan said. "We have doctors and I’m sure they can assist you with everything that you might probably need help with," he added, hoping to convince her and it seemed to have worked since she didn’t utter anything anymore. "I know that you are worried about me and I’m also worried about you and the baby. I can’t risk having you taken away from me again and that’s why we are leaving but that would be only for a few months," he tried to explain but he knew fully well that Erika understood their situation.
"I understand," Erika replied with a dip of her chin. "Since that’s what you’ve decided we do then let’s do it, I also want to be out of this city and breathe fresh air again until Adrain is caught," she added. Ethan smiled and leaned in to kiss her on her forehead.
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Outside, having stayed for more minutes waiting for what he wasn’t exactly sure of, Viper ignited the engines of his car and drove away.
He first drove to his business hideout to deal with some of his debtors. After the police had raided his underground gambling, some of his debtors had run away, wishing they could have escaped from him but unfortunately for them, he was able to track them using their family members.
The ones who were able to pay, got beaten nearly to death while the others who lied about having run out of money were the ones he was going to deal with at the moment.
"Where are they?" Viper demanded from Mamba as soon as he entered the hideout.
"They are still chained to the chair in the torture room as you’ve requested boss," Mamba replied with a bowed head.
Viper didn’t reply to him and strode heavily while some of his men greeted him but he ignored them all and directly went to the torture room. His blood was boiling for a reason he didn’t want to completely accept and his stubborn debtors were the perfect people to vent it all on.
Viper entered the torture room and found two men, with white shirts stained with blood with some cuts on their chest and hands.
Viper turned to glare at Mamba and the latter immediately started explaining.
"They struggled while we were chasing them so we have to arrive at this point to capture them," he replied quickly as if he was running out of oxygen to breathe.
Viper ignored his reply and went to a drawer and pulled it open. In there, there were many objects made with metals to inflict all sorts of torture on the human body.
"Close the door," Viper’s heavy voice resounded in the room and Mamba quickly did as he had been told to. He walked towards the door, opened it, and closed it from behind him.
Viper glared at his unconscious debtors and snorted.
Grabbing a bucket of water that had been placed aside, he poured it on them. "You dare to sleep knowing you owe me huge amounts of money?!" He yelled at them and their bodies couldn’t help but jerk up due to shock. "Bastards!"
Viper walked back to the drawer filled with all sorts of designs and ways of causing torture and picked up one that looked straight but sharp also—it was used for tearing up the skin.
"V-viper, p-please, w-we promise to p-pay you back as s-soon as possible," the man on the left side, who looked to be in his late fifties and had an enormous pot belly from eating so many meats and drinking beer in his old age pleaded. He intended to clamp his hands together to plead even harder and that was when he noticed that his hands had been tied up.
"V-viper," the one on the right hand said, not sure of what to add to it as tears started to fall from his old wrinkled eyes. Just like the one on the left-hand side, this one had a huge pot belly but he was rather skinny than overweight and his pot belly made him look like a malnourished pregnant lady.
Viper smirked, but it looked as if he was forcing it. His eyes were cold and it was obvious that anything he uttered would even be colder.
"I didn’t hear you quite clearly, can you repeat all that gibberish you said?" Viper asked the left man who ran his mouth without control with the hope that Viper would pay dearly to his plea and let him go.
The left man shook in fear, not sure if Viper was daring him to repeat it or demanding him to repeat it. Either way, he parted his lips and was about to utter a word. As if on cue, he felt a sharp pain on his left foot and when he looked down, he noticed the straight but sharp metal that the viper was holding had been stabbed into his fleshy fat thigh.
He screamed in pain but it was immediately muffled when Viper took out a cellotape and taped his mouth shut.
"You shouldn’t make so much noise when we are hidden like this. Do you want the police to also find this place and raid it?" He questioned the man who was in pain.
