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He never looked at me the same way. He never told me he loved me—or offered to take me away—again. And he never attempted to stop selling to my mom.
As he said earlier, he didn’t have a choice. I doubted someone in the mob could decide to stop selling drugs.
But condition met or not, I would’ve never belonged to Beck.
I belonged to no man.
I went through the four names. Then again.
Both times slowly, silently. Thinking of each face that belonged to the names of the men who had ruined my life, and what it would be like to watch the life drain from their eyes. What it had been like to watch the first two.
Tried to make myself believe that the emptiness would subside once I was finally done.
Four names.
Four men.
I could’ve been done with them all within a night. But when they all played a part in destroying your life, they deserved more than a death they never saw coming. And I could be a patient man.
Finn and Bailey had tried to set up the death of the only person who would ever mean anything to me.
I’d unknowingly lost her long before that because of the man now standing six feet away from me. Oblivious to the fact that I’d entered his downtown Raleigh office with him.
The third person on my list.
Mickey O’Sullivan.
Boss of the Holloway gang.
The goddamn devil.
It’d been nearly three weeks since he’d gone to trial for attempting to start a human trafficking ring, only for his case to be dropped and all charges dismissed. It’d been just as long since anyone had seen or heard from him.
And I’d been thinking of the many cruel and sadistic ways I wanted to steal his last breath every minute of those three weeks.
I wanted him to feel the constant ache I’d felt the last six mo
nths. I wanted him to suffer.
He’d been held without bail for almost six months because they’d claimed he was a flight risk. And then he’d vanished the second he’d been released. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he left just to show them he could. Billionaires did that.
But I did know better.
Mickey wasn’t the kind of man to hide from anyone. He was proud of the mountain of corrupt deeds he’d built his empire upon and rarely left it. He spent his days laundering money into O’Sullivan Financial so even more could filter back out to Holloway and the cocaine we supplied.
So, if he disappeared, there was a reason. One we all needed to be worried about if he was keeping his twisted schemes to himself.
I rapped my knuckles on the wall and forced a neutral expression when he turned.
“Kieran,” Mickey called out. His signature bright smile was covering his face when he turned and found me standing there. “It’s been a long time.”
I didn’t comment on the fact that it was about to be a hell of a lot longer. “Security tripped when you walked in here,” I murmured, circling a finger to indicate the office we were standing in. “Didn’t know you were coming back.”
The smile shifted into a taunting smirk. “Well . . . would you?”
“To my family?” I asked, my tone only holding the slightest hint of a challenge. “To the world I rule?” I let the lift of my brow answer for me.
He laughed. A daunting sound he usually reserved for those he was planning to unleash hell on.
