Page 107 of Fractured Memories

“Yes?”

My accent makes the words sound almost like a purr. “Kill him.”

Her smile lights up her face, and before Conor can even sputter a plea, Eden is digging the tip of her knife under his eye and flicking her wrist forward. His eye pops free of the socket, blood pouring down his face as he screams, and I glance over at Lochlan and Rohan—who are watching with bloodlust and mild amusement written on their faces.

“Sorry. Did you have any questions?”

Rohan shakes his head, and Lochlan answers, “I think you two covered it.”

While Eden starts carving up Conor’s face, the three of us turn our attention to Miles. He’s whimpering in the corner, curled in on himself as much as possible with the restraints, and I think he’s pissed himself.

“He’s all yours,” Rohan says to Lochlan, lip curled in disgust.

Lochlan only grins, stalking forward. Miles looks up at the sound of his footsteps, trembling before Lochlan has even touched him.

“I’m sorry!” he shouts, pressing back into the wall. “I’m sorry! But you got what you wanted out of it. You have the power.”

That has Lochlan pausing. “What did you do?”

Miles shakes his head, terror making him frantic. Words start spilling out of him without us even having to press. “It was just supposed to be Cian. He put too many restrictions on my position, and he didn’t know what was best for this city!”

I step forward, anger running through me. “What was supposed to be just him? What did you do to my father?”

I don’t think he even hears me. He keeps going, half muttering and half yelling. “But your father was no better. He basically got himself killed—and I had nothing to do with your mother.” Lochlan has gone so pale, eyes almost black at the mention of his parents. “And then Tadgh went on a warpath, and his death was painfully obvious⁠—”

“You killed him?” Rohan shouts. We always knew that his father’s death wasn’t an accident, but Miles? He was young at the time, only an apprentice.

“Saoirse was the only reasonable one!” I snort. I’d never call my mother reasonable. She was abusive, vindictive, and downright cruel. We all suffered at her hand—because we had no one left to protect us.

All because of Miles.

“You killed the mafia leaders? Our families?” Lochlan’s voice is unrecognizable. “And then you looked at us every day, made deals with us, came to our homes?”

“I did it for the city!”

“You did it for power!” Lochlan lunges, and I don’t stop him. Miles deserves whatever happens now.

Lochlan’s hands wrap around his throat, and Miles screams as Lochlan slams his head into the concrete wall. He is seething, so much pain evident as he practically rips Miles apart with his bare hands. My mother was a bitch, and Rohan was never close to his parents, but Lochlan? They were the perfect family, the home I would hide in. And that was all ripped away from him.

Turning away, I leave Lochlan to unleash twenty-five years of pain on Miles. Rohan will pull him back if he gets too far gone. I’d rather bathe in a bit of Conor’s blood before Eden does kill him.

My girl is still working him, taunting him as she skins him. His restraints have been cut, and I know she likes a bit of a fight. But Conor looks like he’s just sobbing, vomit and blood smeared across the front of his body. Pathetic.

I reach for one of my blades just as the door opens, and Ash is standing in the doorway, breathing hard. “There are rebels.”

My nostrils flare. “What?”

“Jude sent me to tell you that they’ve spotted rebels. They’re probably coming for the two, and he needs to get you out of here.”

Growling, I shout, “Eden!” Her head lifts, blood coating her neck and face. “Kill him. We’ve got to go.” She frowns, but she slashes her blade across his throat. It’s a deep cut, one he would never survive, and she wipes the knife off before sheathing it.

I hold my hand out to her, and she rushes to take it as a gunshot sounds from behind us. We both turn to see Rohan holstering his gun, a bullet in Miles’s skull and Lochlan on the ground. “We have to go,” he snaps at Lochlan, jerking him upright. I guess he had to step in after all.

Rushing upstairs, Jude is already waiting for me and Eden. He leads us out the back door while Till takes Rohan in a different direction. Ash will slip Lochlan out the side entrance and a few blocks away, keeping us all spaced out just in case.

My adrenaline pounds as we run to the car, Jude taking off as soon as the doors shut. It’s only then I look over at Eden, finding her eyes dark and her lips curled into a smile.

“Did you have fun?”