Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Let’s go,” Monster announces, and we all get to our feet.
The three of us move down ta the basement, but before I walk out the door ta the clubhouse, I see her. She’s standin’ at the bar with Miren, and it’s as if the world feckin’ stops. It’s always like this with Callia.
I fight the feelin’s risin’ in my chest. For years, I’ve forced them down, knowin’ I’m no good fer her. But there are moments when I wonder what it would be like ta have her in my arms, ta wake up with her in my bed after a long night of fuckin’. Now, that would be somethin’ else.
I’m not sure I’d survive it.
She still hasn’t told anybody about what happened durin’ the time she spent with Bragan. She chose ta go with him, and the rage that courses through my veins when I think about it has me itchin’ ta get into that basement.
When we reach the room where Bragan’s bein’ held, I can’t help but smile. Seein’ him helpless, bound to a chair, makes me happy. I didn’t want ta walk away from this interrogation. The feral animal inside me wants ta bare it’s feckin’ teeth. There’s blood on my hands already, and I’ll gladly drench myself in more when it comes to this arsehole.
I step up to Bragan, who’s lookin’ up at me with a smirk on his face as he takes me in. Callia’s da is not a man I could ever come to respect, no matter what I feel fer his daughter.
“You’re an evil bastard,” I tell him.
It’s no secret that I hate this man with everything I have. Monster watches as I pick up a pair of pliers. I wasn’t sure my best friend would want me here when he interrogated Bragan, but when I asked fer just a few moments with the leader of the mob, he agreed.
Bragan may answer ta his wife, but he’s been runnin’ everythin’ while she’s locked up tight in prison. Which means he has ta pay fer her sins as well as his own. He’s not the real head of the Irish mob, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy what he does.
Bein’ in here, ready to torture him, probably makes me as bad as he is, but I no longer care. This is goin’ta change the dynamic between Callia and me, but that’s not goin’ta stop me from hurtin’ this bastard, who was partly instrumental in my father’s death. That’s somethin’ my wee lass isn’t aware of yet.
Once this is all over, I need ta sit down with Callia and ask her what happened when she went with Bragan. She’s never spoken of it, and none of us have ever asked. It’s been playin’ on my mind, though, and I know she’s goin’ta have ta talk about it at some point.
I don’t know how she’ll feel about me after this, but I have ta make sure her father pays. Torturin’ him is not somethin’ I’ll ever be able ta take back, but it’s somethin’ I need ta do. I need closure on the past, even if she can never forgive me. I know she doesn’t love Bragan, or know him as a father, but it’s never easy ta sever the ties of blood.
I vowed to never fall in love again, but even though nothin’s happened between us, there’s a pull Callia’s got on me, and it ain’t goin’ away anytime soon. I’ve tried ignorin’ her and ensurin’ we stay friends.
But it’s all a lie.
I didn’t intend ta fall in love again, but I have.
“Ye think my little girl will want ye?” Bragan taunts me.
He knows how I feel about Callia. He watched as I saved her from his clutches. I’m not sure what she told him when she went with him, but it’s clear I was mentioned. The fecker knows everythin’.
“Maybe not,” I tell him. “But at least I know I’ll sleep soundly tonight.”
I grip his cheeks, forcin’ his mouth ta pop open. Then clampin’ the pliers down on his front tooth, I pull hard until it wriggles free from the gum. The groan of pure agony comin’ from Bragan makes me smile.
He spits blood from his mouth but chuckles when I release him. This is too easy. Too lenient. I set the pliers down and grab the blade lyin’ beside them.
“Ye know, fer a man who used to run the mob, ye’re nothin’ now. There’s no respect fer ye, not even from yer own men.”
I take the blade, and slowly slice into his forearm that’s restin’ on the arm of the chair. Blood spurts from the open wound, and the agonisin’ groan of pain I elicit has me chucklin’.
“Is that all ye’ve got?” Bragan challenges me, which only makes me laugh out loud.
I glance up at Monster, askin’ permission ta continue, and he nods. He’s waitin’ on his turn.