Page 43 of Explosive Union

God fucking help him is right.

Hurting these bastards is soothing me. The memories of what they did are fading, and in their place is righteousness and vengeance.

“Another, Sullivan,” I demand once the cigarette has finished. Within seconds, a plume of smoke fills the air.

I laugh when Jones whimpers, pleading with me not to hurt him anymore.

“You didn’t listen when I said no, so what gives you the impression that I would?” I ask him, my voice hard and unforgiving.

These men have altered my life in ways they’ll never understand. That many won’t ever comprehend. There’s no forgiveness, no leniency, no softness. All I want is my revenge.

Forty minutes later and I’m about done. Their bodies are blistered with burns.

“Pick up the butts and bring them with you,” I tell the men. “We’re not leaving a trace that we were here.”

I once again pull out my knife and decide that the best thing to do is leave a calling card, one that’ll have both Andrews and Greaves realizing their time will soon be up.

I slice them from sternum to hip and pull their organs from their bodies. Not a single word is said from my men as I do this. Hell, my father hasn’t made a sound in a long time. I’m wondering if he’s realized just what his little girl is fully capable of?

I slice my knife through their hearts, killing them instantly.

It’s done.

Relief washes through me. I’m so fucking close to the end. So damn close, I can taste it.

We pack up our shit and get the hell out of there. When we hit the van, my father calls Leon. “I want all security footage for today to be wiped in the entire city.”

I laugh. “Da, he’s not going to be able to do that.”

Da just stares at me. “If he wants to see tomorrow, he’ll do as I say.”

I nod and keep smiling, the rest of the men doing the same. My da’s a little overprotective, that’s for sure, but it’s sweet that he wants to keep me out of jail.

“I’m hungry,” I comment when we get close to home.

“You’re fucking worse than your brothers,” Da grumbles.

I smile sweetly at him. “You say the sweetest things.”

He narrows his eyes at me, and for the first time since I’ve come home, I see the way he used to see me. He doesn’t see me as a victim.

Finally. Fucking finally.

My smile is wide as I glance at the floor of the van.

Three down, two to go.

CHAPTER12

JADE

Before I get a chance to knock on the door, it swings open, and standing there with a bright smile on her face, is Natalia Gallo. Her brown hair tied up flawlessly, her face is without a shred of makeup, and she’s wearing a pale blue dress and matching heels. There’s one thing for certain about this woman, she never fails to look anything less than beautiful.

“Natalia,” I say with a smile. “Gorgeous as ever.”

She beams at me. “Bella,” she replies softly. “You grow more stunning every time I see you. My figlio is a lucky man.”

I laugh at her words. “I’m not sure Rocco would agree with that statement.”