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And that half was winning.
I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my switchblade, studying the gleaming metal.
“Please no,” Pero moaned.
“Now, I’ll bet my mother said something similar, and I’ll bet you didn’t listen… so why should I?”
Of course, he had no answer to that one.
In a flash I was at his throat. I dragged the blade across it, just softly, not enough to do any real damage. Not yet anyway.
No. They had a whole lot more screaming to do before I was done.
Arnaldo let out a cry, and I just grinned.
Time to collect my pound of flesh…
* * *
By the time I was done with the three men, they were barely distinguishable from a slab of meat on a butcher’s block.
I felt sick about it. I was covered in sweat and blood, head to toe, but my conscience was as clean as a fresh spring.
They’d deserved everything I’d done to them.
I could finally let my mother and sister’s memory rest, and I could let Cait go. It was closed. Done. Those years were gone.
The guys returned, Brady with a bottle of Whiskey and Niall with glasses. They stared down at the bodies and the lake of blood on the floor and poured out drinks, handing one to each of us.
“To Molly and Quinn,” Brady said, raising his glass in a toast. Everyone mimicked him and slogged back their drinks. But I only half finished mine.
“To Cady and Jessica,” I said quietly. Everyone seemed to forget who else had been lost that day, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t. Cait’s parents had died trying to protect my family… now it was my duty to protect what was left of theirs.
They all looked at me and then bowed their heads solemnly. “To Cady and Jessica,” they replied. Then one by one we all threw our glasses onto the concrete amongst the blood, the sound of smashing filling the otherwise quiet warehouse.
We stood for a few moments paying our respects to our dead, and then Brady cleared his throat.
“Guess we better get this cleaned up.”
I glanced down at my handywork once more and my stomach rolled.
I wasn’t usually the type of person who could do this… but as heir I was going to have to, time and time again. This was just the start of my career as a killer… who knew how many people my dad had killed and injured over the years.
I was officially one of them… and I didn’t fucking like it.
* * *
By the time we arrived back at the house hours later, I was surprised to see Cait’s car parked on the drive.
What’s she doing here?
I checked my watch, it was very late… or early I guessed, if you were someone who’d been to bed, and not someone who’d been out carving up monsters.
I glanced at the guys but they looked just as confused as me.
Inside, I could faintly hear Cait’s voice floating down the stairs, but I couldn’t detect what she was saying.
Maybe she was saying goodbye to him… I considered leaving them to it, but the harder I listened, the more upset she sounded.
