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Marrying Cami changed everything, and I didn’t think it was possible, but we grew closer by saying a simple I do. It’s more than just a piece of paper as some people say—it’s a promise, one I don’t intend on breaking.
Truth be told, I don’t know what today holds. I wish I could say with certainty that I will survive today, but I can’t. I have an army on my side, but when fighting against the unknown, you’re at a disadvantage. Anything can happen.
The arsehole who is my father could put my mind at ease, but of course, he won’t.
One of Ron’s men guards him, and when I see him slumped in the chair, I can’t help but feel a sliver of disgust for what I did to him.
I took great pleasure in torturing him, and if it wasn’t for Cami, I’m afraid of how far I would have gone. I wouldn’t have killed him, but I would have come close.
He isn’t bound because his arm is broken, amongst other things. But he won’t escape. Something has shifted in him. I smell defeat.
“Let’s go, aul’ lad,” I say, refusing to feel sorry for him because he looks utterly pathetic. The once-feared madman is no more.
He lifts his bloodshot eyes. “Aye, today’s the day then.”
I don’t know exactly what that means, but I nod.
“Sure, whatever, let’s go.”
I don’t offer him any assistance as he tries to stand. I simply fold my arms, expressing my annoyance that it’s taking him so long to move.
He finally gets to his feet, taking his time to stay balanced. I don’t have all day, however, so I grip his arm.
“Move yer arse, will ya not. I haven’t got all day.”
He leans onto me for support, and it takes all my willpower not to toss him to the floor. He doesn’t deserve any help.
We start a slow shuffle as Sean can’t stay upright for too long. I really did a number on him. I should be happy at the fact, but I’m not.
“Where is the big man who had big plans to overthrow them all? If only ye had yer journals to write in, I wonder what y’d say,” I mock. “I don’t know why y’d keep them. They’re just collateral against ye.”
Sean snickers. “They’re also my legacy,” he breathlessly states, leaning into me. “For the world to know who I was. History needs to be written, and what better way than by my own hand.”
“Y’ll be nothin’ but a forgotten memory come nightfall,” I reply, but I can’t shake this ominous feeling that this is the end—for the both of us.
Sean doesn’t reply as it appears too painful to breathe, let alone talk. I think I’ve broken a few ribs and maybe punctured a lung. But a dead man doesn’t need these things. Sean is living on borrowed time.
A van waits for us out front, and I shove Sean inside when Cian opens the door.
“Should we tie him up?”
“No, he’s not goin’ anywhere.”
Cian nods. With the state Sean is in, he wouldn’t make it two steps without me putting a bullet in him first.
I buckle up Sean’s seat belt. “Safety first,” I quip, playfully smacking his cheek.
Once he’s strapped in, I jump into the passenger seat while Cian takes the wheel. Our men wait for us by the curb, and as we exit the drive, our convoy follows.
Alek and Austin have said they’re meeting us at the port in Dublin, as are Ethan’s and Ollie’s men.
I notice Cian peering at Sean in the rearview mirror every few seconds.
“What’s the matter?”
Cian appears not to even realize he’s been staring. “I just, why does this feel so easy? Why isn’t he resistin’?”
I understand his concerns as I too can’t shake the feeling that something lingers on the horizon. I don’t know what, but I know Sean, and I know he has a plan up his sleeve. Which is why Cami isn’t with me.
