Page 128 of Filthy Sinner


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“Now, take this like a man and I won’t cut off any more than are necessary.”

Father blurted out, “No! Stop!”

But Uncle Aidan was already there.

At his side.

His knife slicing…

I closed my eyes as Father yelled.

Digger’s arm clamped around my waist again.

He pressed my face into his cut.

Another shriek.

Another.

Another.

I heard the sickening sound of blood spurting andthings, his fingers, landing against a solid surface.

Then:

“Go and get that cleaned up.” He tutted. “Leave the fingers there, man. I’ve got some guard dogs who’ve earned a treat.”

I heard a chair scrape as Father shoved his back, and though he was whimpering as he moved, he still managed to hiss at me, “You’ll pay for this, girl.”

I shrunk into Digger’s hold, but my husband snarled, “You touch her and you’ll wish I was only cutting off your fingers.”

“You retaliate against her,” Uncle Aidan agreed, his voice louder than Digger’s, “and you’ll earn the same fate as Anthony.”

I didn’t retreat from Digger’s hold until I heard the door slam to a close.

“Now then, Bill. You’re my final problem of the day.”

“I’m not a problem, Aidan. I bring you solutions, don’t I?” was the older man’s jovial tone, but even though I didn’t know him well, I could hear his anxiety.

“You know me quite well. What would you say I hate more than liars?”

Bill weakly joked, “Russians?”

“I hate them, sure. Ain’t too fond of the Italians either. But more than that, more than even the fucking Aryans, I hate rapists,” he hissed. “It took me a minute when I met Mary Catherine’s husband to figure out where I’d seen him before.

“Now, you said that the asshole who assaulted you years ago was just a random mugger. You’ll never guess what he told me today.”

“Who’s ‘he?’” was Bill’s perplexed retort.

“Mary Catherine’s husband.”

“I don’t understand what he has to do with my mugging.”

Digger’s tension transmitted itself to me, and I clung to him, not seeking comfort but offering it—he was vibrating with emotion.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was thinking or feeling.

The man who’d hurt his mom, who’d ruined her life, was here.

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