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And that’s the only reason he ever got involved in Shay’s life; for a circumstance such as this. To manipulate and use him for his own personal gain.
That burns the fire brighter. I’m going to kill them all, including this fucking smug Russian bastard.
Shay doesn’t run. My brave boy dares not show weakness. He looks at Cami, who drops to a squat, opening her arms. I breathe a sigh of relief because it’s almost over…
Just not in the way I ever thought it would be.
“You killed my sons…so it only seems fair I kill yers.” Those words echo loudly as the world suddenly moves in slow motion.
I watch through eyes that aren’t mine as Annette steals the gun from Sean’s hand, aims, and shoots. I don’t understand what I’m seeing because when Shay collapses to the ground, unmoving, I’m surely stuck in a nightmare.
This can’t be real.
But when Cami’s guttural cries slam into me, I know this is very real—my son is…dead, dead because of me.
Annette stands motionless with the smoking gun in her hand. She appears stunned that she actually pulled the trigger. Cami almost falls over as she runs to where Shay lies in a crumpled heap. She drops to her knees and pulls him into her arms.
“No!” she screams over and over again, rocking my limp son. But the shot…it was a kill shot.
He’s not dead. What kind of world would allow a child to die in such a manner?
But when everything collides into me in a whirlwind of delirium, I realize this world would. It has. This world has taken so much from me—it’s time I took back.
I raise my gun, but Annette drops to the ground with a thud before I have a chance to fire. The loud boom confirms she’s been shot, but shot by whom?
I desperately search who the shooter is, but it shouldn’t come as a surprise when I see Babydoll’s arm extended, gun never wavering from her grip. I don’t have time to commend her, however, because we have company—and lots of it.
Thanks to the gunfire, we’ve drawn the attention of the police and also our men. Thank fuck—the cavalry has arrived.
“Run!” I order Babydoll, who picks up Shay and takes cover behind a container.
Alek ducks between two containers, but it’s not him I want. Not yet, anyway.
Sean can’t run, thanks to his injuries, but as he scales down the ladder to an awaiting speedboat, I realize he intends to escape another way. But that’s not happening.
Just as he starts the engine on the boat, I jump from the dock into the boat, not bothering to use the ladder. I tackle him hard, but he puts the boat into gear, and it speeds away. I slam his head into the dash, but he won’t let go of the wheel as we sail away.
We continue fighting, but he won’t give up.
When I punch him in ribs, the boat careens violently to the left. I lose my balance and almost topple overboard.
Searching for a weapon, I see it in the shape of a fire extinguisher. If Sean won’t take his hands off the wheel, I will remove them for him. I turn around, ready to end this once and for all, but it seems Sean has the same idea.
The last thing I remember is a flash of silver, thanks to the hammer Sean struck me with, before everything turns to black.
And it’s in the silence where I remain.
I wake with a start, thankful to wake from a nightmare that robbed me of air. However, when I try to move and find that I can’t because I’m bound to a chair, it’s evident the nightmare was real.
That means…Shay.
My heart sinks, but I can deal with the pain later because right now, I need to deal with the arsehole who has me tied to this fucking chair.
“Yer like a fucking cat with nine lives,” I spit, eyeing Sean angrily. “Do ya ever die?”
Sean sits opposite me, casually smoking a cigar. He has every right to be smug. He beat me. I still don’t understand why he wouldn’t just kill me when he had the chance.
“Go on then,” I coax, daring him to finish it. “Y’ve won. Y’ve finally got yer kingdom. You couldn’t do that with Liam or Brody Doyle, so y’ve settled for Annette Doyle instead. Have you no shame?”
