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I had to.
I had to understand how deep their evil ran. The steps had been hidden under a trapdoor so cleverly cut that it looked like part of the actual floor. A slow cold crept into my bones as I walked down the stairs, with Diesel supporting me. I was about to face the true evil of the cult, and I wondered if I was ready.
We stepped into a small corridor, and Grey pushed open two double doors. I took a few breaths before I squared my shoulders and entered. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to witness. It was worse than Hellfire had been informed.
The walls had years painted at the top. Starting from 1970, vertically under them were photos of women and under that their names. A shelf was next to each name and picture. I was sickened as I realised it carried microfilm, a locket of hair, a piece of jewellery, or a different keepsake. As I moved around the first, second and third walls, and came to the 1980s, videotapes appeared and DVDs, before turning to flash drives. The assholes had filmed the women’s pain.
There were more than hundreds of women here, but I also spotted young men. I saw an opening, headed through it, and discovered another full display. I didn’t look at the pictures but continued walking into a third and fourth room. There were thousands of victims. The FBI and police could give thousandsof families peace. Fifty years, the pieces of filth that came here had kidnapped ladies and raped and tortured them for their pleasure. And with the films, it would be easy to prosecute them now. I drew in a deep breath and walked out, stopping as an image caught my eye.
It was an older version of me. No doubt my mother. Like the rest, her name and a video of her rape were there. Diesel saw me stop and came barrelling over. His eyes widened at the picture, and he pulled me close.
“Do you want me to remove it? Willow won’t say a word or Grey,” Diesel asked.
I thought about it and then shook my head.
“No, my family paid the price. When they start to rake us over the coals, we can prove Willoughby and my father knew nothing.”
There was another picture below my mother’s. Edward’s. Charles, the sick fuck, had filmed both their attacks.
“The world will soon realise that Randolph and Charles were Adams. They’ll also know that Hilary, Edward, and Alexis Adams were their victims, and that Alexis Adams brought them down,” I said, squaring my shoulders.
I did not envy law enforcement for the tracking down and notification of the victims. Cadaver dogs had already discovered a mass grave. Rumours were they’d found a second. I guessed they buried them when they didn’t have the pythons and hyenas. At last, those with bones would finally receive a decent burial. Those who the animals had eaten never would.
Slowly, I stroked my parents’ faces and swore their deaths hadn’t been in vain. I’d lived and gained their vengeance. Their stories would be heard amongst the many victims. I walked back upstairs and out into the open air. Willoughby was sitting on the steps, trying to brace himself to go down.
“Don’t, Grandad. We brought evilness to an end because who knows how long the cult would have continued,” I said.
Willoughby glanced up at me and offered a small smile.
“We got justice for them. My parents will rest easy,” I added, and he nodded.
Diesel hauled him off his feet, and together the three of us, with Natasha trotting behind, headed for his limo.
Diesel
The fallout from the arrests and the cult being brought down was truly horrendous. At first, the media was full of how the cult had been bloodlessly brought to its knees. Alice’s name as, Alexis Adams, had been mentioned, and the story about her parent’s murder was dragged up once again. Willoughby and Alice sat through the reports and mourned. Then Charles and Randolph’s names were leaked, and all hell broke loose.
As soon as they were released, Willow gave a statement declaring Willoughby and Alexis were not part of the investigation. Instead, Willow reported that Willoughby had helped bring his brother and son down. And Alexis had been highly important in ending both branches of the cult. But it didn’t stop them from being hounded. Finally, Diesel, Willoughby, and Alice boarded a plane for a small private island owned by a friend of Willoughby’s.
Diesel had been uncomfortable leaving Hellfire and had only done so because Chance ordered it. Celt was out of the hospital alongside Pyro, and while they had a lot of healing to do, they were free. Clio had been discharged to home care, and Chance was spoiling the hell out of her. Dax was not strong enough, but from his birth weight of three pounds and eight ounces, the tyke now weighed five pounds. Chance was amused at how much hisson ate, and while not one hundred per cent, Dax was off the critical list.
Rooster had been shunted to a private therapy centre by Phoe, and she wasn’t arguing with him. His boys were staying with her; they adored their Auntie Phoe and how she spoiled them. Diesel snorted at the thought. Rooster was struggling, which was why Diesel hadn’t wanted to leave. However, Rooster told him to go, so he did.
Some reporters had discovered them but were chased off by security boats manned by Willoughby’s team. So they could relax on the beach and come to terms with what they’d experienced and suffered.
Diesel was watching Alice as she played in the ocean in a modest bikini. She was becoming more relaxed as the days passed. Natasha had given her goodbyes but promised to stay in touch and visit. She’d another cold case to chase, and we knew she’d find her target. Natasha always did.
Alice had asked how Natasha found her, and Natasha had blushed. Basically, she’d been in town when the church had been making discreet inquiries if anyone had seen Alice. Natasha had snapped a picture of the leaflet they were holding but not giving out and had left it there in her phone and memory for years. Until she saw Alice on the TV and recalled the picture. It had been mere luck Natasha had the image. Willoughby had roared at Natasha’s sheepish expression as she admitted her sins and doubled her reward.
Willoughby had given Magic the fifty million, and he’d automatically donated all of it to the Trusts. Willoughby had been affronted until Diesel spoke quietly to him. Diesel then sent him toward a guy who could use fifty million and coached Willoughby on how to talk to him. Willoughby wasn’t bothered by the loss of one hundred million; that was mere cents for him.Diesel sighed as he thought about the billionaire asshole who would be his in-law.
Willoughby loved his trappings, whereas Diesel and Alice liked a simpler life. Alice was already struggling with reining Willoughby in as he bought her expensive gifts she’d never use. But Diesel planned to let them battle it out. His mind was focused on how to repair his club. They had money in the accounts and in the pot, but they had nowhere to live and work. It was a puzzle he needed to solve.
Diesel blinked as water splashed his chest, and he peered at a pert bottom running towards the sea. With a growl, Diesel took off after Alice, who shrieked and tackled him as he hit the waves. They both went down together.
“Love you!” Alice gasped, shoving her hair from her face.
“Love you back, baby,” Diesel proclaimed and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss.
