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“Fine, let’s continue.”
He’s not as tough as he thought he was. His tears started after I’d cut off the tips of each digit on his left hand. He’s still told me nothing though, and I’m becoming more impatient as the time ticks on. Not to mentions he’s running out of time.
I pick up the blow torch, testing it again. Smiling, I laugh as he starts to cry. I move the torch to his left hand and he screams as the flames add a seal to what’s left of his hand.
“Okay, please stop, I’ll tell you what you want to know, please just stop,” he cries out. I’ve never seen someone cry so hard. I walk to the table and place the weapons down, grabbing a knife and two bottles of water. I down the first one and let Diego drink from the second. I’m still going to kill him, but his throat is horse from screaming and I don’t want it giving out before we have some answers.
“Liam wants to run the O’Farrell Syndicate. He’s teamed up with Vincenzo and Anjelica, and I know that once they have destroyed you all, they said they would hand over New York to Liam. I don’t know what they want, I’m not high enough to be allowed to know that kind of info.” I give him more water and let him have a minute to catch his breath, but one look and he knows he’s needs to start talking again.
“You’re so fucked. You think you’re safe, you think your women are, but they aren’t. You have people watching you, watching your women every day. J is there watching every day. That fucker wants his woman back. And he will do anything to get her. Although, I’m pretty sure he just wants to fuck her up before killing her.
“He’s been ordered not to touch her, or any of you until the time is right. I don’t know when that time is going to be, but it’s coming.”
He laughs, causing him to choke on his blood, and just when I think he’s got nothing else to say, he surprises me.
“You have someone close to you feeding information back to him. I can’t tell you who that person is, I don’t know, but you should probably know… Liam is in New York. Rumour has it, he has some bitch over there.”
My rage is at its limit, and my demon is screaming for blood. I turn to Killian, who gives a nod as he joins me in front of Diego. I grip the knife in my left hand as Killian tips his head back, and I slit the fucker’s throat.
Chapter 22
Liv
The constant knocking on the door and incessant barrage of text messages and calls is getting old.
You would think the fact that I haven’t replied to anything or answered the door would give them the hint that I don’t want to talk to them, but they just won’t quit.
I reach over and grab my phone to check who’s calling me now––Dan. Shit. I didn’t call in to say I wouldn’t be at the club tonight, or any other night I haven’t shown this week.
I should really call him back and tell him I’m not going in. I’m not even sure I’m going back. I know I flipped out on Sunday, I know the guys wouldn’t think it was my fault, but after the call I’d gotten a few days before from my lawyer, telling me that Andrea and George were taking Maddie to an undisclosed city to live in, I’ve barely slept, and my emotions have been all over the place. I’m so damn irrational right now.
I throw my phone on the table and lay back on the sofa, closing my eyes. I’m just going to try and nap, just for a little bit.
* * *
I’m woken by a pounding noise. I think it’s my door… what time is it? Reaching over, I check the time––two a.m. Who the hell is at my door at two a.m.?
Rolling off the couch, I head to the door and look through the spy hole. Ronan. Shaking my head, I walk away from the door, only to hear my phone buzzing on the table. Glancing at the caller display, I inwardly groan. Not only is he standing outside banging on my door, but he is also calling me. This family is fucking relentless.
I consider answering it just to tell him to stop hassling me, but before I have a chance to pick up, he rings off. Heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, my phone vibrates in my hand.
Ronan
Answer the damn door, sweetheart, or I’ll just pick the damn lock.
Ronan
You have one minute to open the door. I’m not kidding, Liv.
I slam my phone face down on the counter, figuring he’ll just go back to his apartment, but I couldn’t be more wrong.
Not two minutes later, I hear the door go, and turning around, I see Ronan stroll into the apartment like he belongs here.
I’m left stunned and I stare at him momentarily before I find my voice.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He walks straight to me, his eyes focussed on mine, like he’s staring right into my soul. I shift slightly, uncomfortable under the weight of his stare.
