Chapter 142: It’s Done

[Cara]

He was frantic and disoriented from having the sack on his head. He lists too much and fights the bonds on his wrist.

“Get them out of here and make sure their mouths are sealed before I will,” Damon instructed a few of the armed men to get the catering crew out of here. His threats are resolute, and I'm sure as hell that if one of them squeaks, that would be the very last sound they make.

A shudder ran down my spine, but it wasn't for the horrible thought of what Damon might do to the poor catering crews, but mainly to the man’s hysterical blue eyes glued on me. A momentary surprise registered on his face upon seeing me, but then he was back wrestling with his binds.

The vivid anger in me burns the back of my throat, seeing my father's face as well as the one responsible for his death.

He tries to talk, but the gag on his mouth shuts him up. Salvatore unceremoniously rips the fabric off his mouth and grabs his head by the hair.

“C-Cara?” He sputtered, recovering his breath.

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