Taming the Tyrant (Book Boyfriends For the Holidays)

Chapter 8

The manor was awfully quite in the next few days as the staff came to realize what had happened. The cooking staff apologized and promised that they will make certain that all our meals were properly cared for. I still wasn’t satisfied, and Tabitha was still skittish about eating from home.

From that point on, we had someone tasting all the food that was served. We brought this person in as a supervisor. She would oversee the meal preparation, taste each dish and supervise the meal service. On her time off, my wife and I ate out.

I asked Donicia to become my wife’s full-time assistant. I knew she had a business to run, but I offered her a package she could not refuse. With this package, she was able to hire her own assistant who would take care of the other events for the next few months.

On this day, while Donicia was here, I went out with two of my guards in the black Lincon which I only used for official business. The drive was several miles to the nearby province to see my sister-in-law.

I had the driver stop about a mile away from the house and made a call using the car phone. It rang a few times before she answered.

“Zakhar, how can I help you?”

“Hi Polina, can we talk?” I asked, softening my tone. “I know we got off on the wrong foot. I’d like to make amends.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m a mile down the road, I’d like to chat privately, just you and me. No wife, no brother. Just the two of us. Can you meet me now?”

She sounded hesitant. “Sure. I’ll see you in a while.”

Fifteen minutes later she showed up in her red luxury Lady Nava, a small SUV type car which was suitable for her style. She parked behind our car and walked the few feet over.

The driver and guard stood on the outside while she got in the back seat with me. The awkward silence that followed her entry was palpable. She wrung her hands together and lowered her head.

“I thought you were smarter than that,” I said, breaking the silence.

“Huh?” she raised her head and looked at me in shock.

“Couldn’t you at least get the job done?” I thought my faux anger was brilliant.

“Huh?” she uttered once more.

“It’s bleach for crying out loud, how hard could it be? Couldn’t you have increased the dosage?”

“I-I-I didn’t want her death to be too suspicious, High dosages would be a faster death.”

I sighed. “Well, what’s done is done. How many times did you feed her?”

“I don’t know, maybe twenty,” she told me eagerly. “Can I return home now?”

“Well, there might be a little problem with that, since you didn’t actually kill her.”

“But we can try something else.”

I nodded. “Hmm.”

I knocked on the window and one of the guards turned my way. I nodded and he went to the trunk of the car, returning with a large 500ml syringe, a needle, and a gallon of bleach.

Polina looked confused and I took the items while the men both stood on either side of the car. I filled the syringe with the bleach and attached the needle.

“You see, this is how you do it.”

I reached over and grabbed her throat, much like the way I did that night. I then plunged the needle into the soft spot below her neck, right above her clavicle. I squeezed her throat hard until her breath was cut, watching her roll her eyes back until every ounce of the sodium hypochlorite was emptied from the syringe.

When I released her, she took a long deep breath. She then began gaping for air and choking. I wanted to see life leave her body but that might be a while.

I handed the empty syringe to one of the men. “Dispose of her so no one will ever find her body.”

“Yes Boss.”

“I’m taking the car,” I added. “Find your way back when you’re done.”

Now the debt was paid and I could return to my wife with a clean conscience.