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“But…what if no one listens?”
“Do not focus on what you can’t control, Sarah,” Perry advised. “Focus on what you can control, and maybe your voice makes it harder for him the next time.”
“Morgan City is just so big that…I’m just worried that my voice might not be loud enough.”
“Even whispers can be heard, Sarah. And when enough of them can be heard, they’re no longer whispers, they’re roars.”
Taking a deep breath, I logged off, Sarah’s call hitting too close to home.
I understood her sense of helplessness in a way that kept me up at night, and that was the reason that I did the things that I did.
Walking across the room, I grabbed my phone off my desk, then dialed a number that I didn’t call often.
“Warrick, long time,” Francisco Benetti greeted, and no lie, the man’s voice always sounded like he was getting ready to walk over your grave.
“Hey, Benetti,” I greeted back. “How’s Ria?”
“Driving me into an early grave as always,” he replied, and I had no reason to doubt his words. “How’s Ellie?”
“She’s good,” I answered. “Jamie still adores her, and the kids are good.”
“The man better,” he stated ominously. “Ria would be disappointed to hear otherwise.”
The entire Western Hemisphere knew who the Benettis were, but only the underworld knew that Saveria Fiore-Benetti was the most dangerous out of all the Benettis, and that was saying something. The family was the most powerful, wealthiest, ruthless, and deadliest Mafia family in a time when a lot of people thought that the Mafia no longer existed. They disguised themselves well with their tailored suits and respectable professions, but thanks to Ria and Ellie’s friendship, I was one of the few people on the planet who knew what they really were.
“I need some help,” I said, finally getting to the reason that I called. “I’m making a trip to Morgan City this weekend.” I knew that I didn’t have to elaborate on the reason for my visit.
“You need access to one of the warehouses?” he asked. Their warehouses were actually torture chambers that they had scattered throughout the city.
“The MCPD fucked up and let a rapist go on a technicality,” I explained.
Francisco let out a soft chuckle. “So, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Five years ago, I had found myself in a very dark place. I had been walking to my car after a late night with some woman that I couldn’t even remember now, and on my way to the parking lot, I’d seen a woman getting attacked. Of course, that had triggered some pretty ugly emotions, but that hadn’t been the worst of it.
No.
The worst of it had been how she’d been being attacked in public, yet no one had stepped in to help her. Everyone had kept walking or had been on their phones, oblivious to everything around them. A woman had been crying out for help, and with the death of basic humanity, no one had bothered to jump in to help her.
After helping her and beating the sonofabitch within an inch of his life, I had fallen into a dark depression where hopelessness had nearly crippled me. I could remember wanting to just take a match to the entire world and watch all the evil go up in flames. Rage had battled with despair in a way that had threatened to drive me insane. Six months after that night, I had made a decision to start cleaning up the mess my-damn-self.
My first kill hadn’t been as well planned out as it should have been, but by the grace of God, I had gotten away with it.
I had also had the first good night’s sleep that I’d had in years.
So, five years later, I was still listening in on calls and still going after the bastards that got away with it because of the system. While all women deserved justice, those that were strong enough to pursue justice for themselves didn’t deserve for their stories to end on fucking technicalities.
“I don’t have the name yet, but-”
“You’ll have everything that you need by the time your plane arrives,” Francisco said, interrupting me. “We also have that other thing that you asked about.”
“Anything interesting?”
“I’ll let you read it,” he said, his voice sending warning bells down my spine. “But I have to warn you, Killian.”
“What?”
“It’s not for the faint of heart.”
