Page 42 of Explosive Union
Twenty minutes later and everyone in the van is anxious. No one has spoken since Caolán parked up. My cell rings, and I answer it.
“Boss, they’re on the move. ETA ten minutes,” Sullivan says.
I end the call without saying a word. “Ten minutes. It’s time to get a move on. Let’s go,” I say as I move toward the back of the van, getting ready to open it. “Not a fucking sound is to be made.”
They nod, Da smirks, and then we move.
It takes us seven minutes to get from the van to the bastard's hotel room. We took the route that Leon pointed out to us, where there were blind spots. This hotel should really fix that, and I think they may when the maid comes to clean the room and spots the two dead men.
I take a seat on one of the beds and wait for the men to make an appearance. Da, Caolán, and Lochlann are currently waiting in the bathroom. They’re all brooding assholes right now. None of them were happy when I sent them in there.
Laughter fills the hall and grows closer to the room. The click of the lock snips, and then air fills the room as the door is pushed open and in walks both Barker and Jones. The two men are drunker than skunks and unable to keep themselves upright. They don’t switch on the light until it’s too late. Sullivan and Ros are right behind them and closing the door. Neither Barker nor Jones notice they’re not alone.
“Good evening,” I say, remembering my manners.
The men stumble to a halt just as the lights switch on. The men’s eyes widen as they see me sitting on the bed.
Barker quickly recovers, and his smile makes my stomach turn. “Miss me, did you, sweetheart?”
I get to my feet and move toward them. “Like a fucking hole in the head.” Within seconds, I’m standing in front of them. My pulse skyrockets as I stare at two of the men who made my life a living hell.
Jones’ smile is sinister as his fingers reach out and brush my hair out of my face. Before he can even touch me, I wrap my hand around his wrist and twist hard. The cry that spills from his lips is filled with pain but is music to my ears, not to mention the satisfying crack of his bone breaking.
“You bitch,” Barker sneers at me as I drop Jones to the floor. When Barker advances toward me, I don’t cower down. I learnt from my da, from Hayden, and from Makenna. When you’re standing in the face of your enemy, you never show weakness.
I slide the knife from the sheath at my hip and slide it into his thigh, smiling when he drops to his knee, the blood flowing from his leg like a river.
“Nicely done,” Da comments, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I don’t need anyone giving me praise. He wouldn’t do that to Hayden.
“Sullivan, light up your cigarette,” I tell him as I move toward the bathroom. “Ros, Caolán, and Lochlann, strip the fuckers.”
The men move as one, doing as I’ve instructed, Barker and Jones groaning with each jostle that my men inflict on them. I pull out the gloves from my pocket and slide them on. I quickly reach for the asshole's clothes and a few bath towels.
The scent of the ginger and orange hits me and bile rises through my throat. My body heats and sweat starts to pump from my body. God, the memories are bombarding me. I shake my head, trying to rid them, but it’s no use. I see them all. The feel of Jones’ hand touching me, the heat of his breath against me, and the way his body felt against mine.
I keep my focus on the job at hand, pushing them back to where they belong, in the back of my mind.
When I re-enter the room, I see my da has taken a seat front and center while my men have undressed the fucker’s and are now situated around the room. Each of them have a good vantage point from where they’re standing.
My strides are purposeful as I move towards the two raping bastards. “So, which one of you would like to go first?” I ask with a smile, loving the way they tremble at my voice.
Neither of them answer. Instead, their gazes are fixated on me.
“Not in a talkative mood? That’s fine,” I tell them as I step in front of them. “Ros and Lochlann, come here and shove these into their mouths. I’m gonna need you to keep them quiet for me.”
Within seconds, they’re mouths are covered.
I take the cigarette from Sullivan’s mouth and press the burning cherry against Jones’ dick. The fucker screams out in agony, his tears streaming down his face as he writhes against Lochlann.
I move the smoke from Jones to Barker and do the exact same to this bastard. The tip of the cigarette presses against the slit in his cock. His cries are muffled against the clothing that Ros has stuffed into his fat fucking mouth.
“Fucking hell, Jade,” Da says, amusement ringing out in his words.
I laugh as I do it over and over again, making sure there’s not an inch of their cocks that isn’t burnt by the cigarette.
“It’s therapeutic,” I comment, and my men chuckle.
“God help Rocco Gallo,” Caolán chuckles.