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“I don’t want to trust him. I think it’s a trap, but we have nothing else. Maybe just the two of us go, and we won’t make much noise or fuss. Hopefully we can get in and out without anyone noticing. If it’s a trap, we should be able to get away before they even know we are there.”
“Fine. I want Ruairi and Liam with us. I trust you three with my life. And I might need someone to get Sophie if things go south.”
“You’re the boss. Nothing will go south. I will text Ruairi and Liam. You drive us to the house, and all of us can meet there.”
We run back to the car and get going. Harry has forwarded the address. It’s about an hour's drive away, but I am confident I can do it in forty minutes. We drive in silence. I need to get into my boss head. I will need to kill, and it will more than likely be in front of Sophie. I hope she understands.
“Ten minutes out,” Jones says down the phone to Ruairi and Liam.
“We are fifteen to twenty minutes tops. Also, Marco is with us. He wants to help. And we thought the more the merrier. The rest of the lads are still looking and asking about in case they get more information which could help us.” Jones just hangs up. He doesn’t do chit chat, not in soldier mode.
“What do you think of Marco coming? Just be honest with me.”
I am not sure I am happy he is tagging along, but I am sure Liam found it difficult to just get away without explaining. Liam is too bloody nice for his own good. Honestly, I don’t really care because we will have the fucker dead before they turn up.” He smiles. I love Jones’ confidence.
“Ok, army boy, what’s the plan?” I laugh. It’s not really a good time to laugh, but Jones knows how to make me feel positive.
“Let’s get there first, then we will see. But I am thinking you take the front. I will take the back, and hopefully get him in the middle, and then get Sophie out and straight to a doctor to be checked over before dinner.”
“Grand, but Jonathon is mine. I wantmyface, to be the last thing he ever sees,” I seethe out.
We turn the corner and see the driveway to the house. It looks like a well to do house. Harry must have some money if he owns this. It’s a decent size, I’d say it has four bedrooms, a large garden, and a big garage attached to the house. I stop the car at the top of the lane. Jones jumps out first and grabs all his toys, leaving me with two machine guns hung across my body, and two handguns strapped to my sides too. We walk up the drive so the car isn’t heard. I hold one machine gun in my hand as we walk. When I get near the front, I see fresh track marks to the garage. I point them out to Jones. He runs to check the garage, there is a car in there, yet I don’t know it. Then the car door swings open and Harry flops out. I must have growled out loud because Harry takes a step back.
“I am here if you need help. I don’t want to take down my own son, Cahill, but I need to make sure my daughter is safe. This is my entire fault. I promise to not get in your way.”
“Harry, get back in the fucking car and go home, or go see Siobhan for all I fecking care! I will call you. Just go!” I bark out.
Jones is flapping, telling us to shut up. He is right, we don’t need to alert Jonathon and give him the upper hand. Harry hangs his head and gets back in the car, rolling down the window.
“Fine I will wait near your place. You call me when it’s done. I want to tell you not to harm my boy, but he hurt your woman, and went against the family. Do what you must.”
Then he drives off. I am debating if it was planned. Is he still working with Jonathon?
“I will go back. Liam texted they are at the top of the driveway and are walking down. You take the front. We will have back up in a few minutes.”
Then Jones slips away. You couldn’t see him. He blended into the shadows and became one with them.
I pick the lock on the front door and get into the hall. The house is empty. I don’t think anyone lives here, and it’s as if it’s all for show. I listen out for anything. I start to creep along the hallway, trying to avoid any board that might make a noise. Someone will need to check upstairs, but I don’t think that is where he would have Sophie, it would be too much hassle to carry her up the stairs. I keep walking straight when I hear a blood-curling scream. I know it’s Sophie. I want to run but I need to plan this. I don’t want to get her killed by rushing in and have to remind myself for now, she is still alive. As I stand there still, listening for more, to get a clearer picture of what direction the sound came from, I see Jones go in front of me. He is no longer my chef. He is now a man of war.
“Scream all you want! No one can hear ya, bitch!” That is definitely Jonathon. I am consumed by rage right now, and so is Jones. We maintain eye contact. We both don’t move because we don’t want to alert Jonathon we are here. We are still waiting for back up. They better fucking hurry up! I can’t take much more of listening to Jonathon and Sophie. This might kill me listening tomywoman being tortured.
“Just kill me! I can’t take any more! Dad doesn’t care about me or you, if he did, surely he would have told us about each other.” I hear a thwack, then I hear her cry.
“Death would be too easy for the likes of you. You need to suffer.” Followed by another scream. But this time I hear my name.
“Cahill! Please save me!”
“No one is going to save you, bitch! Not even the devil himself.” He laughs out loud. I am about to take off when Jones puts his hand on my chest, effectively halting my progress.
“We need a plan, boss. I believe they are in the basement to the left. Let me radio the guys. I think Jonathon is alone. We can handle him, but I am worried about Sophie’s state. Please let me make sure they are close.”
I just nod back as I can’t talk. I want to burn the house down. I can briefly hear Jones talk in code to the guys, but all I hear is Sophie begging for me to save her.
Jones gives the signal to move on. I see in the corner of my eye Ruairi, Liam and Marco checking outside.
As we get closer to the door, I hear Jonathon say, “Night, night, sis.” Then I hear a whack. I look at Jones. I say nothing to him, but we both run at the same time. The last steps are with my heart in my mouth as I kick the door open.
I want to be sick. What the fuck has he done to my doll? Sophie is tied to a table. I see a finger on the floor, a tooth over to the side, blood—fucking lots of it. Her head is twice its usual size. Her outfit has holes and tears, and all sorts of muck on it, and her hair is messy. She is a far shadow from the gorgeous girl in my memories.
