Page 56 of Vengeful Union
“Oh, you didn’t realize she was there that night?” Levi says through clenched teeth.
I look at the woman who means the world to me, and it’s then that I see the pain she’s silently been suffering through. Fuck, why didn’t she tell me?
“Mom was leaving you. That’s why you killed her,” the coldness in her voice is unlike anything I’ve heard from her before. She’s been pissed at me, but I’ve never seen her like this. “She was tipped off. It didn’t give us enough time to get away, but it was just enough for her to tell me to run. But you pulled up as I was running, and I couldn’t just leave. I needed to know what you were going to do to her. So, I hid, and I stayed. I watched what happened.”
Carter doesn’t give a shit. He shrugs carelessly. “You are just as weak as her. Neither of you were destined for greatness, no matter what your name says. You and your mother are the same: useless and pathetic.”
In one swift movement, Destiny reaches for the gun in Drake’s hand and aims it at her father. I’m fucking impressed as she pulls the trigger and lands the bullet in the bastard’s leg. He drops to his knees, pain etched on his face, his lips twisted into a snarl.
“Cunt,” he growls at her.
She smiles coldly at him. “This is what you did, right—had her on her knees and pulled the trigger?” Her voice is void of emotion, and I fucking hate it. I want to pull her away from this; take her away from everything that’s happening and ease her pain.
Her father stares at her blankly. “You don’t have it in you to kill me, Destiny.”
“I guess you and I have something in common too: we’re both without mercy,” she tells him, and aims the gun at him once more. “I hope you burn in Hell, bastard.”
I hold my breath as she pulls the trigger. This time, she doesn’t aim for his leg. No, she has a fucking great aim, and it sinks into his chest. Blood blooms across his shirt, and his eyes widen with shock.
I look at her with pride but also worry. She’s not this type of girl. She’s not a killer.
“Dest, it’s time to go,” Levi says, and she nods as he takes the gun from her hands. “Do you want a ride home?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ll be glad for the peace and quiet.”
He nods tightly. “Drake will stay with you,” he assures her. “That evidence you wanted is in Drake’s hand.”
What evidence?
She watches as Levi, Conrad, and the men get into the cars. The ones who came with her father, who survived, lift the dead bodies that are littering the ground and put them into the back of the SUV’s they arrived in.
Drake hands Destiny an envelope and they talk in low, hushed tones.
“I judged her wrong,” Romero says to me.
“Fuck off.” I glare at the prick. “I don’t want nor need your apology, arsehole. But call her a cunt again, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
He nods once before moving away, no doubt going inside to check on his wife.
I make my way over to Destiny, wanting to talk to her, hold her—fucking strangle her for putting herself in harm’s way. My body is tight with anger, worry, and fear.
“I don’t want to hear it, Psycho Boy,” she says as I reach her. “It’s been a real fucking shitty day and I do not need your crap added on top of it.”
“Baby…” I have no fucking idea what to say at this moment. I’m pissed. She could have been fucking killed.
“Here,” she tells me, handing me the envelope. “We’re even now, Finn. You saved me, and I saved you.”
Panic filters through me. What the hell is she saying?
“You paid fifteen million for me, and in return I have the information you’ve been searching for. You no longer own me.”
A red haze of rage washes over me, and I step into her space. “You think this means we’re over? Fuck no. I told you before, Destiny: you are mine. I don’t give a fuck about the money. All I want is you.”
Tears shine brightly in her eyes. “I can’t do this right now, Finny,” she whispers. “I just want to go home.”
The vulnerability she’s showing makes me want to hold her tightly. “I’ll take you home, baby.” I cradle her face, needing to touch her.
“You need to read what’s in the envelope, Finny, then you and your family need to brace,” she says, still whispering. “When you’re done, come home to me.”