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With my heart in my throat, I press my palm to the panel beside the door and wait for the red light to turn green. It does a beat before the locks audibly release, giving us access to the man who ruined both of our lives.
Kristie gags the second she steps into the room, and I understand why as I follow her inside. It fucking stinks, but it’s quickly forgotten when the state of the man laid out on the cot becomes clear.
It might have only been a handful of days really, but he’s clearly suffering.
Good. It’s no less than he deserves.
The wounds from the barbed wire are disgusting, his body is covered in dried blood, dirt, and bruises. His face is so swollen from my men’s—and my—fists that he’s barely recognizable.
His eyes move over both of us. But he doesn’t react.
“What do you need?” Mav asks as he and Reid step around us, ready to do our bidding.
“Nothing,” Kristie says, her voice strong and unwavering. “I no longer need anything, especially not from this man.”
She stares at him, and he stares right back. He doesn’t react to her at all, and seeing that is right up there with all the other ways he’s hurt me.
How can he not care?
He hasn’t seen her since he sold her into the sex trade and yet there isn’t a flicker of emotion or anything in his soulless eyes.
She raises the gun in her hand and aims.
Still, there is no reaction from him.
“You’re nothing,” Kristie sneers. “You never were. We don’t have a father, never did.” Her voice cracks and her hand trembles.
Stepping closer to her, I wrap my hand around hers, steadying her aim.
I shoot one glance at her, and she nods, understanding my unspoken question perfectly.
Then we pull the trigger.
Together.
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Blood sprays against the wall of the cell as Kurt’s lifeless body slumps lower on the cot.
“Okay,nowwe can go for breakfast,” Kristie announces before spinning on her toes and walking from the cell as if she didn’t just shoot her father at point blank.
“Uh…” Reid watches her go, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Yeah, come on. He’s not going anywhere,” Alana adds, equally as unfazed.
I mean, it’s not that I thought either of them would care, but still, making a kill is a big fucking deal.
Or is it when it’s a man who’s tormented you your entire life?
How the fuck should I know what’s normal when it comes to parents?
“You heard them,” I say, more than happy to leave the stench behind. “Hallie’s waffles are calling our name.”
Fuck, it’s been too long since we indulged in her breakfasts.
Everyone studies Alana and Kristie closely as we rejoin everyone, but neither of them says anything.
