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We climb out of the car, and he follows me inside the foyer of the building. I turn to say goodbye to him, but he pushes the button for the elevator then gives me a heated glare.
“I must walk you to your door, just to make sure you are safe.”
The elevator doors open as I’m about to protest, but he steps in, pulling me with him and pushing the button for my floor. I raise my eyebrows at him. He just smiles and simply says, “Killian.”
When we reach my door, he waits until I open it before placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Tomorrow, six p.m., beautiful. I will pick you up right here.”
He nods for me to enter the apartment, only leaving when I do and close the door.
Chapter 12
Ronan
I watch him enter the elevator after dropping her off at her door. I’m seething. I can’t believe he had his hands all over her. He touches her again and I’m going to cut them off.
I’m about to head down there and tell her to stay away from him when my phone rings. Looking at the caller display, I notice it’s from Carl, our guy running our Syndicate branch back in Chicago.
“What?” I don’t do pleasantries; I prefer to get straight to the point.
“Sir, I have had three different reports. J was seen in California this last week, and most recently, last night… however, I think we might have a bigger problem. He’s been seen out with Vincenzo Marino.”
“Wait, you’re telling me that J is working with Russo’s second?” We took out the head of the Russo family and his brother when Alex was taken last year. Vincenzo wasn’t at the warehouse where we found her, and he didn’t even cross our minds. I can feel my blood starting to boil, and my demon seeking to be let out.
Carl pulls me from my thoughts.
“Rumour has it, Vincenzo is rebuilding the Russo Syndicate, with Marco’s sister, Anjelica, on his arm. I don’t know much more than that. As soon as I do, you’ll know.”
I thank him and cut the call. I head to my room and grab my go-bag, putting a call in and securing our jet and flight path to California. Everyone is going to be pissed, so I decide to wait to call them until I’m in California.
Liv will have to wait. I’ll deal with her and Maxim when I get back. I just hope they stay away from one another until then.
* * *
“Come on, Freddie… can I call you Freddie? You know what, never mind, I don’t care what your name is. Just tell me where Vincenzo is, tell me where J is. That’s all I want, and this will all be over.”
I’m sitting on a cold steel chair in front of some little bitch, who thinks running with the big boys was a good idea. I’m pretty sure he’s regretting that choice now. He cried for the first two hours I had him here, then he passed out with pain.
I’ve broken both his arms and dislocated his left shoulder. Granted, accidentally when I was stringing him up, but still, I liked hearing him scream.
He’s the fourth I’ve killed since being here. It’s thanksgiving, and the day after tomorrow, I promised Alex that I would be back, so I’ve had to kill quick. I prefer to take my time, I like to watch them suffer, and my demon likes the screams––he calms when they scream.
Freddie shifts and he whimpers as the chains pull on his limbs.
I lift my right leg over my left and laugh, taking in his right forearm, then his left, the cuts an inch deep, spelling out ‘Russo’ and ‘Scum’. They are raw from me scrubbing salt in the cuts. I’m still not done. I inhale a deep breath and get up, walking over to the table with all my instruments laid out. I decide on a hunting knife with the razor-sharp blade, pointed tip, and serrated back edge.
I spin on my heel and lean against the table, crossing my ankles while I watch him. He’s not lucid enough for this to be effective, so I grab the bucket of ice water to my left and move in front of him.
“Yo! Freddie… wake up.” He whimpers and I roll my eyes and throw the bucket at him.
He splutters as his head lolls back and forth. Still not satisfied, I fill the bucket again and give him another swilling. He coughs, and his eyes shoot open, darting around the room before settling on me, and I see it, the fear.
“You know you have two options here, Freddie…”
“Rob, my name is Rob, I have a family, please…”
I look at him in disgust. “Seriously? You’re begging already? You’re not getting out of this alive, Freddie, and the only choices you have left now are die quickly or die slowly and in pain.”
