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Kieran’s walls crack, but he lifts the bat and rushes to my uncle.“Move, Quinlan!”He hits Dante in the kneecaps, and my uncle screams in pain.
My husband drops the bat and punches him in the face, over and over. The sound of bones breaking echoes in the emptiness. Next, it’s all pulpy sounds that make me want to throw up again.
“Enough.” Lachlan pulls him back.
Kieran is covered in blood, his hands, his arms, his pants. “Let me go.”
“I just got a message from Balor.” Lachlan holds his phone. “NYPD Harbor Patrol just found Gabe’s body. He’s dead. Dante is now in charge. That makes him the don. Youcan’tjust kill him.”
“Isabella is Gabe’s daughter.She’sin charge,” Kieran roars, pointing to me.
Riordan helps me hobble over. I lost track of what’s cut, what’s broken, what stings, what hurts.
“I am in charge,” I mutter, pushing away from Riordan to drag myself to the gasping, pulpy man I’ve secretly despised my whole life.
“Aye,” Kieran says, and kisses my hand. “Ceremoniously. It’s up to you to call a council meeting and appoint a new don.”
“Stay the fuck out of our business,” Dante wheezes from the floor.
“They can still appoint this douchebag,” Riordan says.
“Does anyone know you’re here, Caruso?”
“Balor can erase all traces of him,” Lachlan snickers.
Kieran picks up the bat. “It’s up to you, bella. I’ll take him out.”
“Then what?” I ask, our eyes locking, and for a minute, it’s him and me again. Like we were before I left. But different. Stronger.
Kieran holds me up by the waist. His eyes twitch, seeing Dante’s handprint on my cheek. A glance at my uncle, and I see he got it so much worse. “Then I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together.”
“He planned to take that money and partner with the Russians to kill you. Scummy Irish he called you.”
“We’ve been called worse,” Lachlan jokes.
“My name is O’Rourke. I’m Irish now.” I hobble over and spit on Dante.
“Either way, he’s a walking liability.” Kieran nods and lifts the bat. “He killed his don. Then he beat and almost raped my fucking wife.”
“RIP, asshole,” Lachlan mutters and pulls me back as Kieran takes the first swing.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Kieran
RIP,asshole.
My brother has a way with words.
I’m very much aware I’m about to kill a don, but I doubt anyone can blame me. He abducted and tried to rape my wife.
Death by a thousand cuts…
A few fucking swings of the bat is quicker.
This goes beyond justified revenge. My gut is twisted, and I’ve snapped for sure. This is the most feral I’ve ever felt for another man’s blood in my life. I’m not surprised in the least that it’s because someone hurt the woman Ilove.
Seething with rage, I lift the bat.
