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The call cuts out and we all look at each other. My heart starts to race with fear. Connor speaks before I have a chance to focus my thoughts.
“How long since he left that?”
Kill looks at his phone then to Connor. “Six hours.”
“We need to track him. Ronan, you have more skills than Kill and I, can you do it?”
“Yeah, but so can you.” I go around to the desk and grab the laptop. “It’s a simple track and trace on his cell number.”
Just as I load the laptop, Kill’s phone rings. He turns the screen so we can all see before answering on speaker.
“Finn, where the fuck are you?”
“Warehouse, boys… I think you should head down here.”
Connor shakes his head as Killian leans over the desk. If Finn were in the room, I think Kill would kick his arse.
“You leave me a fucking voicemail six hours ago then disappear off the grid and want us to show up at the warehouse without an explanation?”
“Don’t be so pissy, Grandpa.” Killian’s face fills with rage. Finn continues before Kill has a chance to respond.
“I got you a present, Connor… one you’re really gonna like. I’ll see you boys within the hour.”
“He got me a present, in the warehouse… what the fuck does that mean?”
“Who knows? Let’s go tell the woman we’re heading out. Bella is gonna be pissed I’m leaving her again.”
Thirty minutes later and the three of us are storming into the warehouse. Finn is sitting on a stool outside the kill room, casual as fuck with a smirk on his face.
“Took you boys long enough. You ready for your present, Connor?”
Connor nods and Finn leans us into the room.
The three of us stop dead just as we enter. Kill and I are gobsmacked, and Connor just fucking grins and turns to Finn.
“Finn, you are officially my favourite brother.”
“Hey.”
“Oi.”
Kill and I say in unison.
We all stare at J, blood seeping from a head wound, naked, his wrists bound and secured from a hook on the ceiling. His ankles are locked in shackles on the floor, his legs spread open slightly.
Finn climbs onto the table with the weapons, and Killian takes a seat on the stool in the corner. I stay where I am, staring at J. So many emotions flood through me––this son of a bitch hurt Alex, tortured and abused her. He played a part in Rory’s death. He helped beat the shit out of him before watching while Liam put a bullet in him.
My demon is itching to have a go, but this isn’t my show, this is Connor’s. It’s his woman who was hurt by this piece of shit.
I try and stifle him down, taking deep breaths to clear away the darkness, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Connor standing next to me.
“How about we do this together?”
I shake my head. “No, Connor, this is your kill, not mine.”
“No, brother, this is our kill. We do this together. He deserves to pay for what he did to Alex, and Rory. You need this just as much as I do.”
I nod and remove my clothes, and Connor does the same. J decides to try and goad him.
