Mr Remeo You Promise Me Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

Stan glares at me, his eyes dark with fury. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, casting ominous shadows across his face. “How long have you been in contact with Wake?” he demands, his voice dripping with venom.

I swallow hard, trying to stay calm despite the growing fear gnawing at my insides. “Stan, I told you everything. If you don’t believe me, fine. But I’ve never been anything but honest with you.”

“Bullshit!” he snaps, advancing on me, crowding me, doing everything he can to make me feel small. “You’ve been hiding shit from me from the start. Who convinced you to flirt your way onto my team, huh? Who fucking hired you?”

Stan grabs ahold of my arms, and bile begins to burn my throat. “Do you have any idea how insane you sound? What did I ever do to you, Stan?”

He lets out an acerbic laugh, sounding completely unhinged. “There you go, playing the fucking victim, when you’ve done nothing but string me along for goddamn months!”

He suddenly shoves me, and it’s a miracle I manage to keep my feet. “Admit it! My crew is dead because of you. Was that always part of the plan or did you just toss that in to salt the wound when you ruined my fucking life?”

I don’t know what to say, and he takes that as some sort of admission.

“How long have you been working with the fishman? Is Enigma in on it? Did those fuckers put you up to this?” He starts scanning the room as if looking for the telltale signs of hidden surveillance.

“I think you need to calm down,” I say. “You’re not making any sense.”

He whirls on me, shoving a finger in my face. “Oh, I’m not? Then tell me, out of everyone on that ship, you ended up being the only one to survive?”

“I didn’t! Unless I’m missing something really important, you survived, too, Stan,” I snap.

“I had to fight for my life,” he shouts, spittle hitting my face. “If I hadn’t locked myself in that control room… I watched that scaly fucker tear a dozen grown men apart with its bare fucking hands, and you come skipping out with hardly a scratch on you. How is that? Why are you the only one that thing responds to?”

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Why do you care, Stan? If all you wanted was the money, why does any of this matter to you anymore? Why are you even here?”

For once, he’s at a loss for words. I’ve never talked back to Stan, and I realize now how much of a mistake that was. At the end of the day, he’s just a man. A small, insignificant man.

“How much did Enigma pay you to hunt down the source of the song?” I taunt him, “Was it worth it, Stan, to lose your integrity? Your career? Because you know that’s how this ends for you, right? You’re never going to work in academia again after this.”

His face contorts with rage, his eyes burning with a crazed intensity. He grabs me by the throat and drags me across the room, slamming me against the wall. The impact rattles my bones.

“Whatever happens to me, happens to you, bitch,” he hisses, his breath hot and foul against my face. “If I ever let you off this island, you’ll wish you were dead. Do you understand me? As soon as I tell the university what I know, you can kiss your precious degree goodbye.”

Fear knots in my stomach, but I force myself to meet his gaze. “You’re bluffing,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel.

His grip tightens, cutting off my air. My vision starts to blur around the edges, but I press on, needling him. “God, it burns knowing that you’re not even close to being the smartest person here, doesn’t it? You’re a henchman. A goon. You went through all that trouble to find the siren no one else could, and it

means nothing. Does that sting, Stan? Does it hurt knowing that you’re not the star of the show?”

His face turns a shade of red I didn’t think possible. “You cocky little bitch,” he growls, slamming me against the wall again. Pain radiates through my back, but I refuse to back down.

“You can knock me around all you want, Stan. Hurting me won’t make you more important, and it won’t trick me into thinking that you’re actually

impressive.”

“Keep talking and I’ll splatter your brain across this fucking wall!” He shouts in my face, spittle flying, the veins in his neck bulging.

I laugh in his face, the sound bitter and defiant. “You’re weak, Stan. Pathetic.”

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Chapter 25

“At least I didn’t spread my legs for a fucking a fish,” he snarls. “Disgusting whore.”

He tosses me to the ground, and I land hard, the shock and embarrassment washing over me. The sterile smell of the room mingles with the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

He looms over me, sneering, his shadow cast long and menacing by the flickering lights. “I caught your entire little peep show on camera, you stupid cunt.”

I gather my courage, tired of being bullied by him. I look up and meet his vile gaze, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. “Are you upset that

I fucked your trophy, or are you just jealous that it will never be you?”

Stan bares his teeth at me, grabbing the collar of my hospital gown and hauling me to my feet. His eyes are wild with rage, and I brace myself for whatever is about to come next.

Thankfully, the door opens and I don’t have to find out.

An unfamiliar woman steps in, commanding the room with her presence. She’s tall with ash blonde hair pulled back into a perfectly coiffed chignon, her outfit pristinely styled from her fitted lab coat down to the shiny pointed tips of her designer stiletto heels.

She wordlessly eyes Stan’s hands fisted in the collar of my gown, looking unimpressed. I’m shocked to see Stan’s cheeks go red as he quickly lets me go, even going so far as to straighten out my gown before taking a large step back.