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“He and Isaiah are keeping the Murphys in the bunker. The guests are still enjoying the party.”
“I suppose someone ought to,” I drawl.
“We’ll deal with Declan and then the sister is all yours. The vicar is on standby, as is my lawyer.”
I kick my foot up on my knee and rest back in the seat. “I don’t want the sister, but I do want to see the father bleed.” Marrying one woman was enough for me. I don’t plan to watch another walk down the aisle.
“Her scars don’t bother you?”
My mind lingers back to her bent over the sink, her tarnished skin on show as I fucked my hand until I came all over her. She’s been beaten and abused; her skin was a testament of that. I didn’t see scars. Cara is a warrior in prim clothing, and oddly, it turns me the fuck on.
“Not at all. She’s less likely to stray. No one will want her. She’ll be the perfect wife.” Seeing her scars had been a shock. I was more angry than repulsed. Angry that her prick of a father had withheld this information from Connor. His blatant disrespect ate away at me. It’s no secret they all hate his power. This act of defiance is no better than what Alberto Reyes did. They’ll all learn their lesson, though.
Come rain or shine, we’re always in the mood for bloodshed.
“Isaiah is already looking into her father’s past. I want to know what happened to cause his daughter to be used as a fucking chopping board.”
“Lola okay?”
“No, Aidan is with Lola and your wife.” The mention of her name has Connor’s shoulders rising. “That fucking cunt is going to pay,” he vows.
“We’ll question the father and then Cara again. Maybe she’ll remember something and it will trigger a memory for Lola, too.”
Deacon meets us at the back of the property. It’s a mile from the main estate and gives us private access to the tunnels below. We descend and walk the dark passages until we reach the Murphys, waiting impatiently for us.
“If you’ve hurt my sister…” Shay stands nervously, pointing her finger at me when we enter.
“Someone shut this brat up.” I scoff and side-eye Connor. “And you were going to give that to me.”
“Momentary lapse on my part,” he responds with a small quip of his lips. “Declan, I believe you have something to tell me.” Connor stands a foot taller than the wrinkling Irishman. “Something you stupidly felt could be left unsaid. Deceit is an unusual way to mark our union.”
“What is this all about?” Declan Murphy tries to stand to his full height, but the weight of his fate is hanging over his balding head, and it shows in the way he nervously licks his lips and the sheen of sweat coating his brow. His wife shifts guiltily at his side.
“You wound me. We both know you didn’t tell the truth,” my boss muses.
“Cara is a beautiful woman, obedient. She’ll make a good wife.”
I want to gut the old fool. I tut and move to circle him. “You didn’t think I would want to know if my wife was targeted, or hurt in any way? You don’t believe that this kind of information is critical, given that she is in the care of the Brayfords?”
“Connor, if we can just take a mome—”
“No, I don't think we can.” My boss flicks his head, and Deacon and Isaiah move and pin Declan to a table.
“What are you doing!” Shay cries.
I snap around, drawing my weapon, and hold it to her forehead. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Wordlessly, she stumbles back into her mother.
“You see, you thought that by giving me your firstborn, you were doing me a favour.” Connor moves to select a machete from the few instruments lined up. “But this transaction, although beneficial for my second”—he waves the knife casually as he closes in on Declan struggling on the surgical table—“ensured your safety, strengthened your footing. I was doing you a favour.”
“It won’t happen again.”
“Did Daddy never tell you not to bite the hand that feeds you?” Connor sneers. He gives the order with a small lift of his chin. The boys know what to do and strap Declan’s hand down.
“No, no, please!” he begs, huffing anxiously.
His wife, although stricken, is tight-lipped, and Shay sobs into her mother’s arm. I move to stand over the aging man.
“I want every detail of what happened to Cara, the build-up, any business issues that could have resulted in her abduction. Whether your mistress wiped your ass that day. All of it. Now,” I growl. I want to believe the only reason I’m so worked up is because this pathetic man tried to outsmart my boss, but something about my imperfect wife being traumatised by the same person who hurt Lola bleeds into me like a hot poker.
