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“You don’t have to do anything, Mo Grá. You don’t have to go in there. You don’t even have to look at him. We can take care of it if that’s what you want.”
She pulls her eyes from me and looks at the metal door in front of us. Shaking her head, she answers, “No. I said I would do this, and I will.”
I look back at Finn and Ronan, and they’re still wearing the same worried expression as me. None of us want her to have to do this, but at the same time, none of us want to stand in her way. Turning her to face me, I hold her face in my hands. “We will be there the entire time. He won’t be able to touch you. Whatever you want to say or do within those walls is your choice. None of us will stop you. Okay?”
Her eyes fill with tears, but none of them fall. “Okay.”
“I need you to know that if you stay in there, you’ll see a side of us you’ve never seen. Remember who we are and that we would never hurt you.” Her eyes widen suddenly at the realization. “And if it becomes too much at any point or you want to leave, just say the word.”
She swallows hard but nods in understanding.
Ronan steps up and kisses the side of her head that’s still cradled in my hands. “Let me go in first, Baby. I have some things I need to get off my chest.”
Ronan steps around us, and Finn follows, but not before pressing his own kiss to the top of her head and whispering, “We’ve got you, Angel.”
Finn steps away, and she looks up at me again. Her eyes dance between mine as her hands wrap around my wrists, and she asks, “Are you okay?”
Fucking hell, this woman. Here we are, about to confront the man who brutalized her for days on end, and she’s asking if I’m okay. I know it’s because she remembers the state I was in when we found her. She saw how I was nothing more than a shell of a human. But she’s the one who brought me back, and she’s the one that will keep me here.
I nod and softly kiss her quivering lips. “Let’s go show him who you are.”
On that note, Ronan slams the door open so hard it bounces off the wall. When we walk in, Dante and Enzo are standing against the wall to our left, arms crossed, just staring at Logan. He’s hanging from the ceiling by his hands in nothing but his boxers, still passed out from whatever they gave him. His abdomen has a pretty severe-looking wound that refuses to heal from the towel rack Harper stabbed him with. And judging by the severe discoloration around it, it’s got a nasty infection.
Upon seeing him, Harper’s hand squeezes around mine like a vice. I squeeze right back, silently reminding her that she’s not alone. “Why don’t you stand over there with Enzo and Dante for a minute.”
Reluctantly she lets go of my hand and takes Finn’s outstretched one. “Come on, Angel.”
Ronan looks over his shoulder, always ensuring he knows where our girl is. Once he spots her standing in front of Finn, caged in his arms, he looks at me, and I dip my chin. A smile crafted by the devil himself spreads across Ronan’s face as he turns back to the bastard hanging from the ceiling.
In the blink of an eye, Ronan sends his fist straight into the stab wound in Logan’s abdomen. Whatever barely healed skin was holding it together rips open, and blood starts slowly trickling out of the wound. Logan’s eyes snap open. It takes a few moments for his groggy brain to register the amount of pain he’s in and just a few longer to realize where he is. It’s then I see it all play across his face. He realizes how well and truly fucked he is. Sobs of pain burst from his lips, and we’ve barely even begun.
Fucking pussy.
“Well, well, well. Nice of you to join us,” Ronan grits out.
“Ronan, please. I was just—”
Ronan reaches up and wraps his hand around Logan’s neck. “There is no point in begging for your life. Your life ended the moment you took her from me. From us.” Logan’s face begins to turn blue from lack of oxygen. “And then you had the nerve to put your hands on her. ON OUR WOMAN!” The sheer rage in Ronan’s voice could bring down the entire building. “Now, now you’re just on borrowed fucking time.”
Walking over to Finn, he grabs Harper from his arms so Finn can assist me.
Don’t get me wrong, Ronan is destructive, and, as we’ve all realized by now, when it comes to Harper, he’s absolutely lethal. But Finn and I, we’re a well-oiled machine. Where Ronan has spent years being a leader and building an empire, he has used Finn and I to ensure everyone is toeing the line, and when they’re not, Finn and I don’t just break the line. We shatter and destroy it.
For everything Liam McDermott took from me, he did give me one thing—the ability to make people fear me. And Finn, not only is his bullshit meter spot-fucking-on, but his fuse is practically zero. The moment his carefully composed exterior cracks, it’s game over.
“You want to go first, or shall I?” Finn asks.
“If you don’t mind . . .”
He waves his arm out. “By all means. Probably best to loosen him up a bit before I ask him some questions anyway.”
I stalk toward the corner of the room where Ronan and I had set up a small table with various tools and pick up the heavy metal bat. As I move back towards Logan, I toss it around in my hand. His eyes track the movement of the heavy metal, and his entire body freezes, trying to brace for the impact he knows is coming. I swing the bat into his armpit, hitting just underneath his shoulder. A satisfying pop echoes throughout the room, letting me know I dislocated his shoulder. His feet are barely touching the ground, so I know that’s got to hurt like a bitch.
I land another blow on his rib cage opposite his stab wound and watch with a psychotic smile on my face as blood continues to pour out of it. Logan’s screams echo off the walls after several more methodically placed hits.
Every few minutes, I look over at Harper, terrified that every time I look at her, I’ll see it on her face—that she’s scared of me. Yet, every time her eyes lock with mine, I can see the only person she’s afraid of is the man hanging in front of me.
And that just won’t do.
