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“I’m not going to make it harder, Thayer. I’m going to make it impossible for you to move on from me, just like it’s impossible for me to move on from you.”
“Mackley…” She says, her voice tired. She looks completely defeated and physically exhausted by our exchange.
“You don’t need to say anything else, I’ll go.” I move towards the door and open it before pausing in the doorway. “I’ll prove to you that you can trust me again, I promise.” I say, resolve hardening my voice. “Whatever you believe now, I’ve always wanted you. Always. From the first moment I laid eyes on you outside Bella’s I knew you were mine. So, no, I’m not letting you go.” I look at her, standing there looking at me with lost eyes and resist the urge to go to her. “Go back to bed and dream of me, love. I’ll come back for you soon.” I say, echoing the words I said to her all those weeks ago.
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37
Rhys
After my conversation with Thayer, I walk into our guest house and head for the lower level with murder on my mind and very little inclination towards mercy.
The basement used to be a second gym but over the years we’ve converted it into a holding room for dealing with people who interfere in our business.
It’s got slanted floors leading to a drain and padded, soundproofed walls.
Not that anyone could be heard screaming from outside even if there weren’t, but it’s a nice touch.
Devlin is gagged and tied to a chair in the middle of the room, conveniently placed right over the drain. He’s bleeding from a cut on his eyebrow, likely from when he was brought here.
Rogue is on his phone and leaning against the wall, probably texting Bellamy, while Phoenix stands over Devlin with a sadistic look in his eye.
Of the three of us, he’s the quietest but the most lethal. People often mistake his silence for disinterest, but behind the mask is a twisted mind that works far faster than everyone else’s around him.
He revels in this type of blood and gore, partly because of his family’s business.
Comparably, I’m more the charmer ‘you get more bees with honey’ type. I’m not especially violent, unless the situation demands it.
And threatening what’s mine well, let’s just say that’s a capital offense.
Satisfaction burns in my gut when Devlin’s eyes widen in fear as he sees me walk in.
“Your reaction tells me you know exactly why you’re here.”
He shakes his head frantically, screaming against the gag in his mouth and trying to dislodge it with his tongue. I hit him with a right hook to the jaw so powerful that the chair flies backwards and falls to the ground.
I stand over him as I slowly roll the sleeves of my shirt up. I take my time, drawing out the agony of his anticipation as he wriggles, desperately trying to move the chair and himself away from me.
It’s a futile effort. There is no escape for him.
Bending over, I fist my hands in his shirt and haul him back up.
“Hold the chair.” I motion to Phoenix and Devlin’s eyes triple in size before he tries to scream again.
Once he’s held down, I continue raining brutal punches to his face and stomach.
I’m merciless, fueled by the rage of the discord he’s sown in my relationship, the bitterness and sadness of having hurt Thayer, and the jealousy of knowing she now considers herself single.
It’s as if I’m in a trance, completely disconnected from my brain and the rest of my body except my fists as they unleash my fury on him.
When I come back to and look down at Devlin, his head is bowed.
He’s unconscious.
I yank him back by his hair. His face is a mangled, bloody mess. His eyes are swollen, his lips are cut, his cheeks bruised and bleeding.
It’s not enough.
