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)
For effect, The Butcher pried open Junior’s mouth and shoved his cock inside it. She really did love her work.
Now, I turned toward Finn Byrne. I’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. He shook in his chair, and I looked at the man who had taken everything from me, and the bastard didn’t even know what it was.
“You know, I lied to your daughter,” I said.
This caught Finn’s attention. I waited, allowing his gaze to drift to the torture of his son.
“I told her my wife had died of cancer.” This caught Finn’s attention. No one knew Ivan Volkov was a married man. I had been happily married as well. Even now, Finn thought he was going to be able to escape, but that wasn’t going to happen. None of them were. “But that is not entirely true. You see, my wife was diagnosed with cancer, but we had caught it early, and she was on the way back from the hospital. She’d already called me with the news that the doctor had confirmed she was cancer-free. She’d have to go through all the unnecessary checks.”
“What the fuck does this have to do with me? I didn’t cause fucking cancer.”
“You’re right. You didn’t, but what you did have control of was a bullet.” I pulled out my cell phone, and I had kept the information all these years, and I played the tape. My wife, Kaitlyn, had stopped at a gas station. She had a craving for chocolate candy, and as she’d gotten out of her car, Finn Byrne and Junior drove up, and they opened fire.
It turned out they had an issue with a rising crime lord in the local area that went by O’Neil. Finn wasn’t happy with a takeover bid, and the fact O’Neil had some kind of shipment of girls. That day, they had killed O’Neil, and in doing so, they had hit the gas station where my wife had been innocently getting a candy bar.
“You see that woman right there, she’s my wife. When Niamh’s mother was at the hospital getting her stomach pumped, I was there losing mine, who had just beat fucking cancer.” I reached out and grabbed the man’s throat. I tightened my grip, watching him choke, struggling to breathe, and he couldn’t fight it. All he could do was take what I was forcing him to take.
He was close to passing out, and I let him go. Getting to my feet, I pocketed my cell phone, and then I moved toward The Butcher’s tools that she had left for me to play with.
“Now, I am a man of my word, and I promised Peter he could end you, and seeing as I’ve been playing with you for the past few months, it is only fair, but I’ve got to make sure you can’t talk.” I held up a pair of what looked like medieval pliers. “Perfect.”
“You’re just like your father,” Finn said.
I looked at him. “Do you really think I give a fuck about being compared to him? I know I’m not like him, because I have all of this, and he had nothing. I should warn you that he also took from me, hurt me, and I made sure I made him pay for it. I’m good like that.” I didn’t have to get my revenge right away. I had learned that plotting, planning, and being prepared was all I needed to get what I wanted.
Finn fought me, but after landing a blow to his head with my fist, it weakened him enough for me to get his tongue in the pliers, and I pulled it out of his mouth, and with a simple swipe of the blade, I removed his tongue. I dropped the tongue onto the floor, and then I moved behind him and watched. The Butcher had been working on Finn Jr.
After what happened to Kaitlyn, and when Cara taunted me with her, I had no choice but to kill my best friend. I didn’t know how Cara had learned of Kaitlyn. I’d kept her identity a secret. Not even Slavik knew of her. No one had. Only Niamh, me, and now Finn Byrne, but he wasn’t going to survive the night.
The Butcher dealt the killing blow just as Peter Orlov walked through the door.
I always kept my promises, and that day in the hospital, I’d known who Finn Byrne was.
“And your empire,” I said, whispering in Finn Byrne’s ear. “Will be sold up, given away to good causes.” I knew what Niamh would do, of that I had no doubt. She was a rare gem, and those I kept safe, because I had failed my own rare gem.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Niamh
It was getting late and I was getting tired. No, I was exhausted. I should have known Ivan would have something a lot more … alluring for my husband.