Retribution (Bonetti Bastards #3)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

CARTER

Heather.

Killian.

My mind shouts, the anguish threatening to consume me. I run outside attempting to find the direction Heather was taken.

The sky above me is dark and threatening.

A storm is brewing all around me like the one inside my chest.

Thunder rolls.

Rain pours.

Lightning strikes.

Spots dot my vision as I race around to find her. She's not here. I’m too late.

The clawing at my throat becomes intense, my own hands shaking with the need to destroy.

Kill the fucker who stole her from us.

She’s my breath.

The oxygen I need to survive.

I can’t fucking breathe without her.

Losing my brother and my girl on the same day is too much to bear. Is this how the prophet thinks this ends?

He is wrong. So fucking wrong.

“Little Heathen. I’m coming for you.”

I’ve fought the crazy motherfucker in my head for so long, but no more.

The bloodthirsty animal has been set free.

Anguish turns to rage, the fuel driving me. A controlled frenzy as I smile, imagining the scent of their blood all around me. The pathetic whimpers of my enemies begging for mercy.

I will not crumble.

I will not break.

I am the fucking hunter.

My mission is to seek and destroy.

The destruction has only just begun.