79. One Step

Frida

I am standing in front of Theodore. He is tied up to a chair, his face is beaten and battered but he still has a smug look on his face.

“Do you remember Molly?” I ask him curtly.

“I’ve had plenty of whores in my time. Which one is she?” Theodore says.

I want to rip his balls out and then make him eat them.

But I take a deep breath and try to keep my composure. "She was the one you killed. The one whose family you destroyed," I say through gritted teeth.

Theodore just shrugs. "I don't remember her. And even if I did, what's it to you?"

I feel my anger boiling over. I grab him by the collar and slam him against the wall. "What's it to me? She was my sister."

Theodore's eyes widen in surprise. "Your sister? I had no idea."

I let go of him and he slumps back into the chair. "You didn't care who you hurt, did you? You just did whatever you wanted, no matter the consequences."

Theodore looks up at me with a smirk. "That's how the game is played, sweetheart. You win some, you lose som