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A knock sounded on the other side of Amara’s office door, sounding like an intentional beat in sets of three knocks. Erik pushed himself away from the desk and opened the door.

Aaron and Sebastian Davis entered the room with matching sinister smirks when they saw Amara. Closing the door, Erik locked it and stood with his arms crossed over his chest expectantly.

“Emerson is ready in the car; everything is on schedule and going to plan,” Aaron said, licking his lips with his filthy fucking eyes on Amara.

Aaron and Sebastian were twins, both with long chestnut brown hair that was pulled into a low man bun, green eyes, and full sleeves of tattoos.

“We don’t have a lot of time here, so no fucking fighting again like last time,” Erik scolded, pointing a harsh finger back and forth between Aaron and Sebastian.

Sebastian raised his hands in surrender.

“You got it, boss. No fucking fighting,” Sebastian said with a chuckle.

“My apologies, my dear. Where were we? Oh yes…” Erik said, turning back to face Amara, and walking towards her desk. “Log in. Now.”

Aaron walked around Amara’s desk on the other side of her. With a chuckle, he leaned in close to ear while she continued to whimper in pain.

“I suggest you do what you’re told. I’m not as… nice as Dom.” On his pause, Aaron pressed the blade of a knife across her neck, under her chin. “Log in, and do as you’re told.”

Amara winced in pain, closing her eyes, trying to calm herself.

“Maybe you need a little motivation then, hmm?” Aaron purred, dragging the tip of his blade down her cheek, opening a deep cut.

Dom held his gun in front of him, taking a step backwards and out of the way, watching his brother. Amara groaned in pain, but still held her ground, shaking and bleeding down the front of her blouse.

“Or maybe you need a different form of motivation…” Aaron said, slicing her blouse open at the buttons.

“Six minutes,” Sebastian said with a yawn.

“Get to it, Aaron,” Erik commanded.

“With pleasure.” Aaron pulled Amara out of her chair, bending her over her desk. With his knife, he sliced down the back of her pencil skirt, the fabric haphazardly falling to the floor. Making quick work of slicing her thong off, he gripped one side of her ass before landing a harsh slap.

“I get so hard seeing pretty things like you disobeying, begging for pain…” Aaron groaned, placing his knife down on the desk, away from Amara, to pull down his pants. “Maybe a needy bitch like you needs to be fucked in front of an audience, hmm?” he groaned.

I looked away from my phone, allowing the recording to keep playing. Staring at nothing outside the driver’s side window, I listened to that piece of shit use my Amara. The sound of his filthy fucking skin slapping onto hers, her cries in pain… I didn’t look back until I heard the soft tapping of Amara typing on her keyboard.

After inputting the login information, Sebastian took over, typing faster than I’d ever seen anyone type before.

“It’s done,” Sebastian said, walking towards Erik on the other side of the desk.

“Finish up here. You have two minutes,” Erik commanded, waving for Dom to follow him as he grabbed his blazer and heading out the door with Sebastian.

Once they left Amara alone with Aaron, he grinned at her bloodied and bruised body slumped over her desk. His knife had a hole at the bottom of the grip, and he spun it on his finger, stalking around her.

Amara reached a weak hand towards her desk phone, pressing the speed dial “one,” which was my phone. As soon as Aaron noticed, he swung his knife down, cutting the cord for the phone.

“Oh, what a naughty thing you are,” he said, gripping her hair in his fist.

Yanking her head back so she was looking to the ceiling, he pressed the tip of his blade into the side of her neck, under the curve of her jawbone leading to her ear.

“Pleasure doing business with you, sweetheart,” Aaron chuckled.

“Lex…” Amara whispered as he stabbed her through the neck. He tore the blade out of the front of her neck, a spray of blood splattering across Amara’s desk, and she slumped forward with a gasp.

Wiping his blade clean on what was left of her blouse, he placed it in a sleeve holster on his hip, quickly slipping out of the room.

Slamming my phone down on the steering wheel over and over, the screen cracked, and I shook with rage.