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Chapter Nineteen
Finn
Leaving Olivia at the hospital isn’t something I wanted to do, but it’s a necessity. There’s too much shit that needs to be done before prying eyes catch wind of what’s happened. I have to make sure to dispose of my brother’s body, and I need to do something with Mason.
Félix told me to follow him out to Emerald Isle after he made a call to the President of the Inferno’s Clutch MC. I know Chains, but not well. I only know of the man, if I’m being honest. Well, that and the fact his ol’ lady is Leo DeLuca’s cousin. He agreed to let us bring Ashton’s body to their boathouse on the bayou.
Pulling up at the gate, we’re let through immediately. I follow them further back until we park close to the building we’re going to go in.
Marc and Bourn drag Ashton’s body out of the bed of the truck, while Malcolm and Conor get Mason out of the other. He’s bound and gagged. I sneer at the douchebag as he screams through the cloth like a fuckin’ little girl who needs a pacifier stuck in her mouth.
As we walk up to the building we’re about to head into, Chains meets us and has several of his own guys alongside him. The one with the name ‘Fuse’ on his cut steps forward and addresses Félix. “Liv okay?”
“She’ll be okay. They’re monitoring her overnight at the hospital.” Félix nods.
“Good, tell her I’ll be there with Lyrica on Saturday,” he mutters and looks at me. “You’re the man marrying my cousin? You better treat her right.”
“Don’t have to worry about me. She’s a queen in my fucking world,” I grumble, wondering who this fucker thinks he is. He better shut the fuck up before I get a little too trigger-happy. Future family or not, I don’t take well to being insulted.
Nodding, Fuse steps back again.
“Boathouse is all yours. The place is soundproof, so no one will hear anything while you have your fun. Just make sure you give the treats to Bart,” Tyres, the VP of the club, says, nodding his head to the gator that’s off in the bayou outside of the club.
“You got a fuckin’ gator in here, dude?” Malcolm mutters.
“Yeah, ‘cause he’s a part of the club. Guess you can say Bart’s like an honorary member. He helps us out,” Chains chuckles.
I shake my head unable to stop my own laughter.
“Let’s get this over with. I wanna get back to Olivia before she wakes up,” I state, cracking my neck from side to side.
I would’ve preferred to take Mason back to Corpus Christi to use my own tools on him, but there just isn’t enough time for that. I scan the room and notice the members of the Inferno’s Clutch have quite a few of their own tools that’ll work.
But before I take care of him. I get Bourn to help me with Ashton’s body and place it in the meat grinder. No one speaks as I place my brother’s body in the grinder. I power on the damn thing and watch with sick fascination as my own blood is ground down to gator food. If he were a decent person, this wouldn’t be happening. I would’ve given him a funeral, buried him near our mother. But unfortunately, he wasn’t. The fact my brother turned out to be a psycho guts me.
I don’t regret pulling the trigger. I would do it again and again if it meant saving Olivia. Honestly, Ashton’s finally getting what he deserves for all the women he raped and murdered. What he did, all those things . . . they went on for far too long. I should’ve stopped him before now.
Sighing, I shake my head as the last bit of him goes through the machine.
I switch my focus from what was once my brother who should’ve been protected when we were kids, to the man who Malcolm and Conor have tied to a chair.
“Ungag him,” I command.
Conor steps forward and does what I ask.
Félix moves in closer, wanting in on taking care of this fuckhead.
“Why’d you help him?” I ask, keeping my cool, or at least attempting to.
“Fuck you,” Mason sneers. “Let me go, or I swear you will all regret it.”
“Look around, asshole, you’re the one tied to a chair,” Chains calls out from where he’s standing, leaning against the wall. “If it were me handlin’ your fuckin’ ass, I’d string you up over the gators that’re outside and let them snap at you as your blood drips into the water.”
Damn, that’s a good idea. No wonder Leo likes his cousin’s man.
“Go ahead and try it. You’re all dead anyway. I can promise you that,” Mason snickers, his gaze scanning the room. “How’s Nora? Did that bitch do a number on her like she planned?”
The air in the room fills with more tension than it already holds.
