Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
And then, I was amazed, as she made him scream in pain, and because she had stepped in front of him, I didn’t see what she had done, but as she stepped back, I saw that she’d removed one of his eyes. Holy fuck.
The Butcher didn’t look at all fazed by what she had done, as she wiped her hands on a towel. I didn’t think she’d gouged it out, but had crushed it inside his eye socket.
She looked up at me.
At first, I saw what she had done as pointless, but then he started to talk.
“I don’t know where he is. He planned to take his daughter to his secure location, but he isn’t going to stay there long. The plan is to transfer to another car, and then he’s taking her back, but I wasn’t privy to any of the other details,” he said. “I only know he wanted his daughter back. Please, just kill me. I … don’t let her … fucking Butcher.”
And then I glanced over to The Butcher and saw her smile. She knew that was going to happen.
Okay, now I was impressed. When it came to The Butcher and The Beast, their reputations were rumors, but now I was starting to see why. They were willing to do whatever it took to get the job done. I’d just watched her take out a guy’s eye and she didn’t even care. There was no love in her eyes, no feeling, and for a split-second, I wondered why. How did a woman get like that?
But then, I knew it was exactly the same for a man.
The Butcher had been raised this way. She’d been taught to be unfeeling, to do damage, to hurt, to maim, to kill, and that is why she was as scary as she was, and as deadly.
I looked toward Ivan. “Do we need him?” I asked.
“No, we don’t. I already have leverage for Finn Byrne.” He glanced down at his watch. “And I should be getting a call in three, two, one.”
As if by magic, Ivan’s cell phone began to ring.
I was angry, because he didn’t reach for it. “Answer it,” I said.
“All in good time. Take care of that asshole first. I want to see how you end him,” Ivan said.
I wanted to argue with him. Ivan always got what he wanted, and the longer I stood here arguing about following orders, the more Niamh was at risk of being at the mercy of her father, and that I couldn’t allow. Going to the man I’d taken, I looked him in his single eye, and then reached out to him, and with all my force, I twisted, snapping his neck. There was no satisfaction with his death.
Ivan’s cell phone stopped ringing and I turned toward him.
“It went to voicemail, how rude.” He gave a little tut. “No one knows patience anymore, have you noticed that?”
“The world wants answers and they want them yesterday,” The Beast said.
I wasn’t interested in righting the world, or even talking about patience or people not having it. Niamh’s life was on the line.
Ivan’s cell phone rang again, and this time he waited several rings. My patience was being strained to a whole new level, and I was about ready to snap when Ivan answered the call. He’d put it on speaker.
“You have something of mine,” Finn Byrne said.
“I have something of yours, but you don’t tell me who you are?” There is another tut from Ivan. “I don’t like playing these guessing games, because if you want to get truly technical, then I have a whole lot of everyone’s things.”
Running a hand down my face, I was close to losing it.
The Butcher and The Beast looked calm, also mildly entertained. I was the fucking furthest from any of it. I was ready to explode.
“You have my son, and you know exactly who this is,” Finn said.
Ivan clicked his tongue. “Finn, Finn, ah, you’re talking about Finn Byrne, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, I do have your son. He’s in a rather uncomfortable position at the moment.” Ivan let out a little chuckle.
I didn’t see a third member, but The Butcher had left, only to come back seconds later with a man whose arm looked to be in the wrong position. There was also blood oozing out of his nose, and it looked like a couple of teeth were missing.
“I had a little fun,” The Beast said.
“Dad,” Finn the son said.
“Finn!”
“There are a lot of Finns right now, I’m getting confused,” Ivan said. “Maybe it’s time to cull the Finn population.”
I watched as The Beast walked over to Finn the son and wrapped his fingers around his throat.
“Do you love this son?” Ivan asked. “I mean, he is your oldest son, and you do plan to … what is it, allow him to take over?”