Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Nico's Vibe Is Wrong

A slow, grotesque smile twisted Nico's lips—stretching her scar into something monstrous, a living horror effect.

She advanced, her voice eerily calm.

"You promised me anything if I brought them here."

Madeline's nose wrinkled at the sight of Nico's ruined face, her body instinctively recoiling. "What, cash?"

Nico's head tilted, her hollow eyes locking onto Madeline's. "I want him back."

For a heartbeat, the clearing went silent.

Then Madeline howled with laughter, the sound jagged and cruel. "Oh, sweetheart," she sneered, wiping imaginary tears. "He's bones now. Thanks to you, he's just sludge at the bottom of that pond. And you—" She leaned in, lips curling. "You actually think you can undo that?"

Nico's face drained of color—waxen, corpse-like.

Her fingers spasmed around the knife hidden in her bag. "Not me," she whispered, pupils dilating. "Wasn't me, wasn't me—"

Madeline's grin turned feral. "Memory problems? Want me to remind you?"

Madeline ran a finger along Nico's scar, smirking at how the old prom queen turned into this freak show—it felt good.

She slid behind her, leaning close like they were besties, voice dripping venom. "You came begging to me that day—'Please don't hurt my dad.' I said I wanted Noah, and you dialed him up, knowing I was into him. You knew what I'd do, but you sold him out anyway.

"Then I gave you a choice—strip down or dump him. You picked dumping him, screaming at him as he dragged you down. Classic.

"You didn't just betray him—you ditched him."

She sighed, fake-sad, "Poor Noah, too stubborn for his own good. Being my pick was his big break, but he was stuck on a cheap, selfish little skank like you. I tried so hard to win him over—nothing.

"So, I had to show him who you really were. Remember? I made you pick—him or you. You were shaking, bawling, 'I don't wanna die, let him take it.' Noah's dead because of you, Nico. You're the killer.

"Not even a little guilty? That idiot loved you after your face got ruined, after you fucked those guys in front of him—he begged for your life. And you?" She laughed. "Too busy moaning to care if he bled out."

"Fun fact?" Madeline stepped back, smiling. "He screamed your name the whole time."

*****

Madeline's words sliced like a razor, carving Nico up again.

Her palm was a bloody mess from gripping the knife—cut to the bone.

But her face didn't flinch.

After a beat, she looked up, calm and pleading, "I just wanna see him one more time. Will you come with me?"

"What, you're not even mad? Lame!"

Madeline pouted—Nico wasn't bawling, and it was a buzzkill. "Fine, whatever. Wanna see him? Let's go."

She strutted off a few steps, then spun back to the sprawled-out crew, yelling for her bodyguard. "Mark! Get back here and tie these clowns up. They tried to screw me—I want them fertilizing this dirt. Especially Beatrice—chop her up and grind her into burger meat."

Mark broke out in a cold sweat.

He'd pocketed too much Fairfax cash, cleaning up their messes—never killed anyone himself, but he was in deep.

"Yes."

Jane slumped in front of the shed, drained, hearing her daughter's psycho rant. Scared, helpless, all of it.

She saw Madeline leading Nico toward the plank and snapped at Mark. "Don't let her kill anyone else later!"

"They know about back then."

"Yeah, but we can't keep stacking bodies!"

"True—too many already."

"I'll figure it out. I'll figure it out—just tie them up for now." Jane waved him off. Mark headed behind the shed to bind them, while she racked her brain.

If Beatrice dies, it's a shitstorm.

Desmond'll come for us first, and Damian's got a thing for her—they'll dig, and we're done.

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