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“How is my little bride? Has she been wearing the earrings I gave her?”
“Yes. She absolutely adores the diamond earrings you gave her,” I said, purposely saying the wrong type of earrings.
“I’m glad,” he said, continuing to play along. “I’m sending my people to you to collect Brenna’s things this weekend. I’m sorry, I have to cut our call short. I’m driving with Dario and Ivano right now. We just left my club in Bridgeport.”
I mulled over the information he’d given me as quickly as I could. If I understood him correctly, he was on his way with Dario and Ivano, but they were in Bridgeport. So it would be about twenty-five minutes before they could get here. “I understand and I appreciate you coming to the house to help with the move. Brenna hasa lotof things,” I said, forcing out a little laugh.
The Italian hung up before I could hear Nicoli’s reply and called his boss back. Whatever Dominik said wasn’t good for Dylan. The Italian pointed his weapon at Dylan as he hung up. The other Italians followed suit. Dylan and the goon behind me pointed their weapons at the Italians.
“You promised Dominik Brenna Quinn. You lied,” the Italian right in front of me said to Dylan.
“I didn’t know,” Dylan said.
While they were distracted arguing amongst themselves, I tried to figure out what to do.
Suddenly, nonstop shots began firing from somewhere inside the house.
“Maura!” I heard Dean yell as the door to the study busted open, making Dylan and his goons turn.
I knocked Dylan’s feet out from under him as something was tossed into the room. The moment Dylan hit the floor, the thing that had been tossed in exploded with a big flash and bang. My hearing and my sight blanked out for a little bit. Shots fired in the room and the Italians and Dylan’s goon went down quickly. When I had most of my sight back, I crawled on top of Dylan and grabbed his gun hand before he could aim at me. With my free hand I tried to punch him in the face. He caught my wrist before I could. So I slammed my forehead down into his face hard, hitting him right in the nose. He let out a satisfying grunt and blood gushed out of his nostrils.
“I’m going to kill you,” I growled as I struggled to keep him from aiming his gun at me. “And you will suffer.”
My arm shook as I fought against his strength. Very slowly, the barrel of the gun shifted closer and closer until it was almost pointed right at me. Just before it did, a hand grabbed Dylan’s wrist and slammed his hand to the ground. I looked up and met gorgeous hazel eyes. Jamie was crouched above Dylan’s head. Together we wrangled the gun from Dylan. Jamie let me take it and I scooted down Dylan’s body until I could press the barrel of the gun to his lower stomach. I pulled the trigger. Dylan jerked.
It’s not enough.
“I need a knife!” I roared.
I didn’t know who got me one. All I knew was that one was held out in front of me, and I took it. “Hold him down,” I ordered. Jamie held Dylan down by his arms while I cut open his button-up shirt. When I started carving a clover into Dylan’s bared chest, making sure it was big, he screamed pain-riddled screams and struggled beneath Jamie and me.
When I was done carving the clover, I stabbed him right in the center of it. Dylan’s mouth was wide open as if to scream, but nothing came out.
It’s not enough.
I stabbed him again.
And again.
I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t know how many times I stabbed him, but blood filled the center of the clover. Blood covered me. My hands, my arms, from my face down to the tops of my thighs, all of it covered or splattered with blood.
Jamie let go of Dylan’s arms as I started to lose strength and my stabs became shallow. As I slammed the knife down into Dylan’s chest one more time, Jamie grabbed my wrist, stopping me from pulling the knife out.
“He’s dead, baby,” Jamie said in a gentle voice.
I looked up at him slowly, my eyes going blurry as I did. It was then that I realized that I had been crying.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Dean, Asher, Brenna, Finn, Rourke, Conor, Brody, and I stood and watched as Jameson held Dylan down while Maura stabbed him over and over again. It was like she had snapped. There was so much pain and rage on her face, none of us could move to stop her. I hadn’t seen her reveal so much emotion since we had lost our baby.
Tears began pouring from her eyes, but I didn’t think she noticed as she kept burying the knife Dean had given her into Dylan.
Brenna let out a sniffle, making most of us glance her way. She was crying silently as she watched and Rourke wrapped an arm around her, looking sullen himself.
It took a while for Maura to tire out. Rourke’s and Conor’s enforcers and security were filling the hall just outside the study. Then there was a small commotion and Nicoli, Dario, and Ivano made their way through the crowd in the hall and walked into the study.
