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"He locked you in a fucking cage?" Cole spits. I follow where he's looking and I find exactly what he just said. A fucking cage.
I pause, ripping my eyes from the cage and to Warren's withering body.
"Someone give me a gun."
The room falls silent and no one moves.
"Someone give me a motherfucking gun."
In a beat, Dad is beside me and pulling something from behind his back.
He places it in my hand and I immediately raise it and focus on Warren. His eyes are barely open, but I know he sees me. Good. I need him to know that I won.
I need him t
o know that he’ll never get to hurt Kennedy or the people I care about again.
Knocking the safety off, I aim it right at his face and squeeze the trigger.
"I hope you rot in hell, you fucking psychopath."
Kenny whimpers again in my arms and my ribs scream in agony, but I can't deny that I feel that little bit better about being able to have my own revenge on the man who tried to ruin my life by taking my girl away from me. I don't give a fuck about all the other stuff, about who his dad was or who James is connected to. The girl in my arms is my entire world. Nothing else matters.
The four of us are silent as we sit in the back of the SUV waiting to see if Dad is going to join us, but after a few minutes, he appears and instructs the driver to take us home.
I'm more than happy with that, because it means I get to do what I've been desperate to do this entire time. Look after my girl.
I hold her tight to me and drop my lips to her hair.
"I love you, K. You're safe now. He's never going to touch you again."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kennedy
He’s gone.
Warren is dead.
It should bring me absolute relief, but I can’t stop shaking.
“Shh, babe, I’ve got you.” Conner’s grip on me tightens as the SUV heads for the Jaggers house. Cole and Ace watch me through narrowed dark eyes. They look murderous.
“Knock it off,” Conner growls, running his hand over my head. “You’re scaring her.”
“Shit, Kennedy,” Ace chokes out. “I’m just... fuck.”
“It’s okay,” Conner says, his voice cracking with pain. “She’s okay.”
“Yeah, she is.” Cole gives me a small nod, his jaw working overtime. “That piece of shit won’t ever hurt you again, Kenny.”
A whimper crawls up my throat as I remember the feeling of the barrel of the gun pressed against my temple.
He was going to do it.
Warren was going to kill me to get back at Conner and his family.
“Conner, I think—"
