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"I'll be here," Seri promises me as I enter the waiting room again. "The moment she's out of surgery, I'll let you know. You'll be back before she wakes up from the anesthesia."
"Thanks," I reply gruffly. I turn to Ace, who’s already on his feet waiting on me. "Ready?"
His grin is sinister. "So fuckin' ready. Makenna and Dante have everythin' ready. Preach is with them and he's been tauntin' the fucker, promisin' the cunt a world of hurt."
I roll my neck. "He won’t be disappointed."
Shadow slaps my back as we move toward the exit. "If the last time is anything to go by, this is goin' to be spectacular."
"Just no fuckin' eyes," May grouses. "That shit was enough when Shadow did it."
I hear the chuckles sound from behind me. I get that laughter is a release for them, but it's not their woman who’s lying on a fucking hospital bed, bandaged up, and awaiting surgery to fix their kneecap and wire their fucking jaw shut. It's mine. I ain't in the mood to be laughing and shooting the shit. I'm focused on what's about to happen, and I can't fucking wait.
Ace and I climb into the truck and pipes rumble behind us as our brothers follow. The drive to the clubhouse is quiet. He leaves me be, not saying a word. There's nothing to fucking say. Right now, my focus should be on Es and making sure she recovers from the injuries. Instead, it's on the asshole who laid hurt on her.
I slide out of the truck when Ace pulls into the drive. Gravel crunches beneath my feet as I stalk toward the outbuilding. This place has seen many deaths, and tonight, it's going to have one more to add to the tally.
"How is she?" Makenna asks as I enter the building. I don't answer her, my focus on the cunt who’s smirking at me. Fucking cunt.
"She's alive," Ace answers from behind me. "She needs surgery, but she's goin' to be okay."
"Thank God," Makenna breathes.
"Kenna," I say as I step closer to Jacobson. "Do you have your laptop set up to show this asshole just what we have planned?"
"Yes," she laughs. "I have everything ready. Would you like to explain or should I?"
"You should. Jacobson here has a real problem with women. Findin' out a woman has bested him is goin' to make his heartbreak even worse."
Her laughter rings out louder. "I love that idea." She grins at me.
"So, Jacobson," Dante taunts. "Your building is rubble and the insurance won't pay out because the evidence will point to an inside job." His grin turns into a full blown smile. "Mrs. Muka is dead, as are the rest of the Albanians you hired. We warned you, old man. You shouldn't have fucked with us. You should have learned from the ones who came before you. You should never have come for my wife," he snarls, his eyes flashing with the darkness he keeps so controlled.
Makenna shakes her head. "You should have stayed in your fucking lane, old man. Had you done, you would never have lost your son, and you'd still have your building." She pauses as she reaches for the laptop, turning it around so he can see the screen. "You would still have your money."
"What are you doing?" he hisses, speaking for the first time since I entered.
"This," Makenna says, pointing at the balance on the screen. Two-point-six-billion dollars is currently sitting in his bank account. "Is no longer yours." She types in a few numbers, and within seconds, Jacobson's account balance starts to go down.
"No," he screams. "You can't fucking do this. That's my money."
Makenna tuts. "Haven't you learned anything from this, Jacobson? You sure as hell have underestimated us. We can do whatever the hell we like. I'm taking this money for damages. Having to spend time around you is more than enough to piss anyone off."
Ace grins. "Hazard pay," he says. "Oh, would you look at that, you're down to your last hundred grand."
The old man's face is contorted with rage, his cheeks redder than the blood staining the bandage on his arm, where he was shot. I wonder who the fuck bandaged the fucker up? They should have left him to bleed out. His eyes narrow as he watches his money go down to zero.
"You're done, Harry boy," Makenna laughs. "You've nothing left to your name. You're fucking broke. You have no one left to love and everything you held dear is gone."
"Now you die," I hiss as I reach for my knife that's sheathed at my back. I don't worry about making this look fancy. This isn't how I'm going to kill him. No, this is just the beginning. I slam the blade into his knee, causing him to howl out in pain. He sounds like a fucking wounded animal.
I pull the knife out. The sound of his pain isn't enough to settle the beast within me. He did so fucking much more to Esme. There's no fucking way I'm just letting him off with a stab to his knee.
"What's next?" Makenna asks as she stands back against Dante and watches. She's got bright eyes and a wide smile. Dante's standing behind her, his arm around her waist. Both of them are happy to let me take the lead. They're psychopaths and love the blood and gore of everything that has to do with death and torture.
"Just enjoy it, Kenna," Ace says as he too watches. "The van's ready whenever you want it."
"We're leavin' in a minute. I just have one more thing to do." I slam the bloody blade into his cheek, and he once again cries out, but it's muffled due to the blood that pools in his mouth. Makenna's laughter is loud, and I watch as Dante chuckles. "Okay, let's go." I pull out my knife and wipe it on the asshole's fancy shirt.
