Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 47

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Black-Knight’s Base, 5:09pm<<

“He was such a good chorister, he’s got a very beautiful voice and everything but…”

Mr Baldwin paused as he stared sorrowful at the remains of the body he’s just destroyed, then he sighed deeply, and shook his head as if he’s pained by his (the snitch) death.

“…even beautiful things must come to an end, we must move on..” he trailed off and moved his eyes to the last snitch. “.. and let’s move on to him” he pointed his blade at him.

The snitch flinched back in fear, he has just watched how his comrades was brutally butchered, the second suffered more than the first, now he’s fearing he’ll suffer more than the second.

He wanted to run away and escape from here, but where can he go?

He was tied against a tree, all he can do at the moment is wait for his painful death.

“Let’s see how well you can sing” Mr Baldwin laughed.

“No, no, no..” he shook his head. “..Mr Baldwin, I promise, I’ll tell you everything I know.. just don’t kill me” he begged desperately.

Mr Baldwin laugh loudly, and nodded in satisfaction, then turned to face the other men.

“He must be a very good singer” he laughed. “He’s already singing even before we start rehearsals” he said, and continued laughing which forced his men to join in his laughter.

He suddenly stopped laughing, and turned back to face the snitch with a very deep frown.

“I don’t need you to tell me who they are, I’ll find out myself. I just wanna kill you, and I’ll do it slowly”

Without further words, Mr Baldwin cut off his (the snitch’s) right leg, which made him screamed loudly. Mr Baldwin didn’t waste any time, he cut off his left leg too and his screams increased by hundred folds.

“Now, let’s trim your arms”

“No-no… no.. I…”

Mr Baldwin ignored his pleas, and cut off his arms in one strike.

“Wow, what a sharp blade” Mr Baldwin smiled. “But teaching sofa notation is not fun, let’s just cut to the chase”

Without further ado, he started cutting the snitch randomly, without caring wherever the blade landed.

The snitch’s cries and screams filled the air as pains shoot through his body, he wanted nothing more than death, but unfortunately his death seemed to be taking too much time.

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“Whoa, whoa” Mr Baldwin exclaimed as he threw his blade on the ground. “That was a terrific rehearsal” he said.

He smiled as he stared at his handiwork, the snitches’s scattered bodies laid on the ground, and their bloods flowed on the ground like a stream.

“It’s such a long day” he faced Lucas. “What’s the time?”

Lucas quickly reached for his phone and checked the time.

“9:01pm, are you heading home, sir?” Lucas asked as he collected the blades his boss threw on the ground.

Mr Baldwin looked down at himself, he gagged at his own appearance and shook his head.

“I can’t go home looking like this, or my wife would kick me out” he paused. “That is if my appearance didn’t scare the living day light outta her”

Lucas took a second look at his boss, he grimaced when he saw blood running down his boss’s body, as though he’s sustained a very serious injury, but he knew better -It’s the blood of the snitches Mr Baldwin had just killed.

He (Lucas) turned his gaze to the bodies, or what’s remaining of the snitches, and he shivered as cold and bad chills ran down his spine.

“You’re heartless, Mr Baldwin” he muttered, forcing down the lump that’s forming in his throat.

Mr Baldwin looked at the remains of the snitches, and shook his head as if he’s not impressed with the job he’s done.

“I was being merciful because I can still recognize them” he faced Lucas. “Wanna betray me and see if I’ll be this merciful to you too?”

Lucas’ eyes grew wide, he shuddered in disgust as he recalled the way these snitches died, then he took two steps away from Mr Baldwin and cleared his throat.

“I’ll help the boys clean up, why don’t you go freshen up first?” he said suggestively.

Mr Baldwin grinned at his reaction.

“You’re so boring” he sighed. “Come to my office in thirty”

“Yes, sir”

Then Mr Baldwin rushed off. Lucas stared at the remains with a grimace, and quickly turned away.

“Clean up the place” he ordered the other men.

“Yes, sir” they chorused and started working.

Lucas didn’t bothered turning to take a look, he decided to clean the tools instead.

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RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

My stomach growled for the one thousandth time, but I reached for my glass of water on the bedside table and gulped down the little water left inside.

I’m super hungry, but I don’t wanna go down to eat, because I don’t wanna see that woman or her kids. Mrs Jackson sent Fatima to come get me for dinner two hours ago, but I refused, and chased her out.

I wouldn’t stop hating on her and her kids until Duncan gives me an explanation, I’m selfish, I know that already.

I heard Fatima’s voice as she laughed with one of the woman’s kids, which seem to increase my anger and I glared nastily at the door, imagining she’s the one I’m glaring at right now.

How dare she laugh with my rival’s son?

I don’t know if I’m just being paranoid or something, but I’m starting to feel like Fatima and I are slowly drifting apart lately, we aren’t as close as we used to be, especially since I found out she’s working for my husband.

She’s behaving somewhat professional with me, and I hate it.

If it was before, Fatima would have been trying to calm me down and she wouldn’t stop trying to make me see how much Duncan loves me, but she didn’t do that this time, even though I’m making my jealousy so obvious.

Argh!! I need my friend back!

I checked the time on my phone again, it’s showing 9:35pm, I frowned. Is my phone working? Or someone tempered with my phone, and fastened the time?

My eyes located the wall clock immediately to confirm if my phone’s still working, and to my disappointment, nothing’s wrong with my phone.

It’s really 9:35pm.

But why isn’t Duncan back yet? Has he forgotten he’s yet to tell me who that woman and her kids are? Maybe I should give him a call.

I quickly searched for his number, and dialed it. His phone rang for a few seconds, but he didn’t pick up, I continued calling him four more times, he still didn’t pick up.

What is he doing? Why isn’t he picking up? Or is he driving?

I can only stay up and wait for him now. I leaned my back against the headboard, reached for a pillow and hugged it to my chest.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

11:30pm, Outside RACAN’S ENTERTAINMENT<<

Some masked men jumped off a van, they rushed to the back of the van, and looked around carefully, to make sure nobody’s watching before they rushed to the back of the van.

They dragged out an unconscious body, carelessly and roughly threw the body on the ground, then jumped back in their van and drove off in a dangerous speed.

The body just laid they lifelessly.

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TO Be Continued