Chapter 242

Leon is consumed by anger upon learning that three men harmed his baby sister, Talia. Though part of him wishes she would rest and find peace, he understands her need for a brutal reckoning. Talia confronts Aslan first, demanding answers about the abuse she endured. Through a harrowing knife-throwing interrogation, she forces Aslan to admit to multiple instances of rape, drugging, and violence. Despite his apologies and regret, Talia remains cold and unyielding, demanding information about Cillian, which Aslan refuses to give.
Talia then unleashes her fury physically, beating Aslan until he passes out. She leaves him for the others to deal with, signaling that once he wakes, they can do as they please before killing him. She repeats this merciless process with the other two men, Carmen and Darío, before finally retreating to shower and quietly expressing her desire to go home. Nico accompanies her, while the rest prepare to confront the remaining loyal men of Cillian.
Leon and Theo take their turn torturing Aslan, inflicting severe pain to force confessions and punish him for his crimes. They methodically mutilate him, hearing his agonized screams as a form of justice. Aslan expresses sorrow and acceptance of his fate, acknowledging the harm he caused Talia. After Aslan passes out again, Leon and Theo hand him over to their father and grandfather for further punishment.
The group agrees to work together to exact revenge on the three primary men while others target the remaining four. They plan to dismantle Cillian’s empire from within, with some former members of Cillian’s group staying at their warehouse for safety and cooperation. After completing their tasks, they regroup for lunch with Talia and her guards, united in their resolve to support her and bring down their enemies.
Chapter 244.
Leon’s Perspective.
The knowledge that three men had caused harm to my baby sister ignited a fierce fire of anger within me. I longed to confront them myself, to make them pay for what they’d done. But I understood that Talia needed this—this brutal reckoning—even though a part of me wished she would simply go home and rest, to find peace away from all this torment.
As I waited anxiously for Aslan’s response, I noticed Talia’s intense focus. Her eyes were sharp, unwavering. Meanwhile, Aslan’s expression betrayed genuine fear; he looked like a man who realized the depth of his sins.
“Twenty-three times,” Aslan stammered.
Without hesitation, Talia flung a knife that embedded itself in his left thigh. A scream tore from his lips, raw and pained.
“Wrong,” Talia said coolly, preparing to throw another blade.
“Fifty-one times,” he gasped through the agony.
Talia threw again, but this time the knife missed, clattering against the wall.
“Correct,” she said flatly. “Thirty-one times. Did you know that’s how many times I begged for death because of you?” Her voice was void of emotion, cold and unyielding. Nearby, Nico, Alan, and Tyler struggled visibly to contain their own fury.
Aslan’s eyes softened with regret. “I’m sorry. Gregor told me you wanted it—that your screams and begging were just because you liked it. Cillian said Gregor knows you best.”
Talia’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Gregor lied to you all. And you were foolish to believe I had some twisted kink like that.”
She steadied herself, readying another question with the knife in hand. “How many times did you and Cillian force me to take drugs, even when I begged you not to?”
Aslan’s eyes widened in terror. “Princess, I honestly don’t remember.”
The knife flew and struck his upper left arm. Aslan screamed again, agony clear in his voice.
“Seven times,” Talia stated coldly. “How many times were you part of gang raping me?”
“Aslan swallowed hard, fear evident. “Four times.”
The knife hit his left chest this time, eliciting another cry.
“Last chance on that question,” Talia warned, poised to throw again.
“Seven times,” he admitted, eyes wide with dread.
The blade pierced his lower abdomen.
“Eleven times, Aslan,” Talia said quietly before stepping forward to pull out the four knives embedded in his body. She then picked up the one that had missed earlier.
Setting the weapons down, she closed the distance, standing directly in front of him.
“How do you live with yourself, knowing you destroyed a young girl’s life?” she demanded, her voice steady.
Tears welled in Aslan’s eyes. “Princess, I’m sorry. I know it means nothing to you, but I truly am sorry.”
Talia’s gaze hardened. “You’re right—it means nothing. But if you want to make amends, tell me everything you know about Cillian.”
“I can’t, Princess,” Aslan whispered, lowering his head. The remorse in him was undeniable.
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12:13 pm, GPPP.
Talia’s fury exploded as she began to punch and kick him relentlessly. For a solid ten minutes, she unleashed all her rage on Aslan until he finally passed out from the onslaught.
Once he was unconscious, Talia turned to the camera, her voice cold and commanding. “When he wakes up, he’s all yours. Do what you want. And when you’ve vented all your frustration… kill him.”
With that, she exited the room, and the four of them moved on to the next man on her list.
Watching from the observation room, we all felt a grim satisfaction knowing we’d have our own chance to confront these monsters. Our baby sister had been hurt, and we were all devising ways to make these men pay.
We learned that the second man Talia intended to handle personally was Carmen, the third was Darío.
She repeated the same merciless interrogation with her knife-throwing game before beating them both mercilessly. But just like with Aslan, once they passed out, she stopped, saving them for us to deal with.
After finishing with the three men, Talia went to shower. When she returned to the observation room, she was dressed in white ripped jeans, a dark purple singlet, and a black zip-up hoodie.
We all wanted to embrace her, to offer comfort. Instead, she quietly said she wanted to go home.
Nico accompanied her home, along with her six men and her guards.
The rest of us prepared to take care of the seven men still loyal to Cillian.
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I entered Aslan’s cell with Theo, carrying a bucket of water which I threw over him to wake him up.
Aslan gasped for air, blinking around the dim room.
“You’ll never see her again,” Theo growled angrily.
“Do with me as you see fit. I deserve it all,” Aslan replied, his voice weary, defeated.
Theo and I exchanged a glance, raising eyebrows in silent acknowledgment.
Talia had a way of breaking people down, making them confess their sins and face their guilt.
I began by cutting off his fingers one by one, while Theo used a blowtorch to cauterize the wounds and prevent him from bleeding out.
Aslan’s screams echoed through the room—agonizing sounds that felt like justice to us.
We alternated between cutting, stabbing, burning, whipping, and slashing his body. Though his skin grew paler with each passing moment, he remained alive.
“Just know,” he whispered weakly, eyes locking with Theo’s, “I’m sorry for hurting your princess. And when death comes for me, I will welcome it—even if it means going to hell for what I have done.”
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12:13 pm, GPPP.
Not long after, Aslan passed out again. Theo and I left the cell, handing him over to Dad and Grandpa to have their turn before ending his life.
We both showered off the blood and grime, then returned to the observation room to see how the others were doing.
We all agreed to work together. Since there were so many of us and only three men we needed to exact revenge upon, we decided to split the work so everyone could vent their anger and pain.
Some of us would also target the other four men, but for those closest to Talia, the three were our primary focus, while the rest handled the others.
After another hour, everyone was finished. We all headed home to share lunch with Talia, her men, and her guards.
Those from Cillian’s group who wanted to work with Talia would stay at the warehouse, providing information to our members and helping us dismantle Cillian’s empire from within.
The warehouse had plenty of space for our people to live comfortably, ensuring they were cared for and safe as we planned our next moves.
The chapter closes on a powerful and somber note, capturing the raw intensity of Talia’s quest for justice and the unyielding support of her family. Her relentless confrontation with the men who harmed her reveals not only her strength but also the deep scars left behind, as she channels her pain into a fierce determination to dismantle the empire that destroyed her. The shared resolve among her loved ones to stand by her side underscores the themes of loyalty, vengeance, and the unbreakable bonds forged through shared suffering.
Despite the brutality of the retribution, there is a quiet moment of respite as Talia seeks solace and the promise of healing with those closest to her. The chapter balances the harshness of the past with a tentative hope for the future, as the family begins to rebuild and strategize, united in their mission to protect and restore what was lost. It is a testament to resilience and the enduring power of love amidst darkness.
The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the aftermath of Talia’s brutal reckoning, exploring the emotional toll it takes on everyone involved. As the group grapples with the weight of their vengeance, tensions are bound to rise—not just with the remaining loyalists of Cillian, but also within their own ranks. The fragile alliances formed in the heat of retaliation may be tested, revealing hidden fears, doubts, and unresolved pain.
Meanwhile, Talia’s decision to return home under Nico’s watchful eye hints at a moment of vulnerability that could either strengthen her resolve or expose cracks in her armor. The quiet before the storm feels palpable, suggesting that the real battle might be just beginning. Readers can expect a blend of raw emotion, strategic maneuvering, and perhaps unexpected revelations as the characters prepare to dismantle Cillian’s empire piece by piece.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.