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Instead of replyin’ ta the bastard who will die today, I force two fingers into the open wound, causin’ him to cry out. I know the pain is goin’ta make him pass out soon.
“Maybe,” I tell him as I dig my fingers further into the wound, and the soft, squelchin’ sound of muscle and nerve echoes in my ears. “Do you think fer one second we’re goin’ta take it easy on ye?”
That’s when Monster steps forward. “Because we’re not,” he confirms.
He picks up the pliers I used earlier and starts on Bragan’s right hand. With ease and precision, he clamps the pliers onto one fingernail and pulls slowly.
More cries of pain bounce around the walls. Torture comes naturally when ye have someone like this in front of ye.
“Tell us everythin’,” Monster commands.
This man, who’s bound and at our mercy fer once, has done so many evil things. Most of the brothers from the club have had dealin’s with this bastard, and they know of the shite he’s pulled over the years. We’ve all lost someone to his organisation. As much as I trust the Italian mafia, I don’t trust the feckin’ Irish mob.
Bragan locks his glare on Monster. “Ye know all there is ta know. I’m not leadin’ them anymore. Ye know it’s always been Sinéad callin’ the shots. There’s never been a time where I acted on my own feckin’ ideas.”
It almost seems as if he’s angry at his wife. Perhaps he should be because she’s the reason he’s sittin’ here.
“I wanted out,” he confesses suddenly.
As serious as his expression is, I can’t stop laughing out loud. The idea that this murderous bastard, who smiles when he kills, wants out of the mob is ludicrous. He looks at me, his eyes hard with conviction.
“I never wanted ye da dead,” he tells me suddenly. Then he looks at Monster. “And I never wanted yer ma ta be killed.” Then he tips his head to the side. “I was just followin’ orders.”
“Speakin’ of,” Monster says before he looks up at Hades, who’s been watchin’ everythin’. “Come here, I need yer help.”
Hades is our Enforcer, and this is the kind of shite he loves. Get him in the interrogation room, and he’s in his element.
“Open his mouth, I think we need to show him what liars get,” Monster orders, and the man, who’s done some of the most dangerous jobs fer the club, does as he’s told.
The mumblin’ pleas that come from Bragan almost make me laugh. He thinks he’s goin’ta get mercy, but he doesn’t deserve it. Everyone has a choice in this life. We decide how we’re goin’ta act, what we’re willin’ ta do, and how far we’re willin’ ta go when things are on our shoulders. He chose violence and death.
Bragan doesn’t deserve ta live. Perhaps it’s not our decision ta make, but after we’ve lost so many loved ones because of him, I no longer care.
With every tooth that gets pulled, more blood drenches Monster and Bragan. It’s a scene I’ve become far too used to seein’.
Monster turns ta me, and asks, “Do you need more time with him?”
For a moment, I ponder his question, but seein’ Bragan in so much agony, I realise I’m satisfied with the payment. I needed to see him in pain like I was when my da died, and now I have.
I shake my head. “No. I’m goin’ up ta see Lia.”
I turn my back on the scene of carnage and walk away. I’ve been waitin’ on justice since Da was killed, and now that Bragan has paid his dues, I need ta move on.
When ye live yer life hell-bent on revenge, and ye finally get it, there’s an emptiness that lingers afterwards. It’s an anti-climax. Aye, I’m happy we finally got the bastard, but I’m also feelin’ as if there’s nothin’ left fer me ta do now.
Does life just go back ta normal?
When I reach the clubhouse, I walk into the lounge ta find Callia and Miren sittin’ on the sofa. They’re both chattin’ but stop the moment they see me.
It’s Miren who asks, “Is it over?”
I can sense Callia’s eyes on me. Ever since we first met, she’s stared at me. It’s as if I’m feckin’ magnetic, and she can’t pull her gaze away. It goes both ways, though, because I find myself always seekin’ her out.
Miren’s aware there’s somethin’ between me and Callia. She once tried ta talk me into givin’ a relationship with her sister a chance, but I couldn’t do it then, and I can’t do it now, knowin’ I’ve just helped torture their father and he’s about ta die.
“Soon,” I tell them as I pull out my smokes and light one up. I need the nicotine. “Monster is dealin’ with the last few things.” I can’t bring myself to say anythin’ more than that, so I turn and walk away.
