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I walk away, giving him a moment to process his options. I grab a bottle of water, turning back to him as I take a large drink. I watch his movements, the flicker in his eyes, they all think they can hide from me, think that they can school their emotions, but they can’t. I spent years learning my trade. My Da and Darragh, they would spend hours every day with me, making sure I understood everything I needed to ensure I got the answers I needed from people.
They also taught me that no matter what I did, no matter how much pain I inflicted or fear I induced, there would always be someone that could withstand it.
But this guy, the fear is clear on his face, in his eyes, he’s ready to buckle… but I’m not ready to let him. I want to play, I want him to bleed, and I want to hear his screams.
“You want a drink, pretty boy?” I ask, teasing him as I take another swig.
“Please, yes.” Licking his lips, his voice is barely a whisper.
I laugh again and down the rest of the bottle. I need this to last a little longer, so I grab what I need off the table and stop right in front of Freddie.
“So, I think you’re going to tell me what I want, but I’m not quite ready for it. I tear off a strip of tape and stick it over his mouth, making sure it won’t come off. He tries to wriggle his face away, but I slap him around the back of the head.
I pull the hunting knife up to his face, the tip right under his left eye. Adding a little pressure, I slide the blade down his cheek, and tears run down his face as the blade breaks the skin, bringing a little blood to the surface.
My demon is dancing, pushing to the surface––he’s ready to take control. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting him take over.
I have no control over my movements. I can hear his cries under the tape, see the sheen of sweat covering his body, and I can smell the piss running down his leg, but none of that stops me, it only spurs my demon on––this excites him.
I can feel my grip on the rubber handle of the blade, every move that I make, the way his muscles tense under my palm as I dig the blade in deeper, carving each initial into his flesh. I feel his body shake as he sobs, but still I continue until each initial is complete.
I take a step back to admire my work, I really am a neat writer even with a blade. I have carved ‘O’Farrell’ into his chest, along with Vincenzo and Rory. I know there was no reason to, but I wanted to.
I look into his eyes; they are pleading with me to stop.
“It’s a shame nobody will ever see my work.”
I step forward and rip the tape from his mouth. He takes a deep breath before telling me everything he knows.
“Vincenzo is back in Italy; I don’t know where J is. But I do know that they are coming for you, they are coming for the whole Syndicate, and they are planning on taking you down. But you need to know, J is just a soldier… Liam is running the show from a distance, but I don’t know where he is, he’s never shown his face here, and everything is done by phone. That’s all I know, I swear.”
I watch him for a few moments, trying to decide if my demon is satiated enough. Finally feeling like he’s settled, I step right up to him, so my face is inches from his ear… “Thank you.”
I slide the blade straight through his chest, directly into his heart. I watch his eyes dull as the life drains out of them.
I throw the knife and drop to my knees. I still don’t have them, but I’m finally getting closer. The pain and the rage builds, and I roar out my release right there on the floor in the centre of the kill room.
Chapter 13
Liv
I sit on the edge of the bed and watch as Alex and Bella pull countless dresses out of their bags. This is not what I thought they were going to do.
Maxim asked if I had anything planned for Thanksgiving, and as I don’t have family and I’m not allowed to see my baby girl, I said no. So now he’s taking me to the restaurant he co-owns with Andre.
I called the girls, asking what kind of place it was and what should I wear, and thirty minutes later they arrived with bags full of dresses––apparently, nothing I own will be sufficient. I’d probably be a lot more offended if they weren’t right.
I curl my legs up under me and watch as they hold up dresses and look to me then shake their heads and pull out another.
“Hey, you know you’re welcome to come to Thanksgiving at Connor’s with us, everyone will be there––the guys, their mum and sister too.” Alex sits next to me on the bd, resting her hand on my shoulder.
I shake my head. “No, I appreciate the offer, but it’s okay, thank you. I already told Maxim I’d go with him tonight, and besides, I’m not sure I’d be too welcome with Ronan.”
I see Bella shaking her head as Alex giggles beside me.
“What?”
Bella continues pulling out dresses as Alex turns me to face her.
