Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
CHRISTIAN
This is pure torture, watching my girl fall apart as my brothers pleasure her over and over again. I want to be there with them. I want to be between my girl's legs as she comes on my cock, fingers or tongue; I want to feel what they’re feeling.
Sipping my drink, I hear a knock on the office door. Shutting down the video feed on my laptop, I call out for them to come in as I place a hand over the phone, hoping it’s enough to distort what I expect to hear.
One of the security guards, Mykela, walks in; she looks unrecognisable, which is what I needed. She’s in a pencil skirt and white blouse, with her hair twisted into a smart updo. Looking every part the secretary she has been playing.
“Mr O’Reilly, they are all downstairs.”
“Thank you. Wait outside.”
She nods once and slips back out of the office.
“I need to go. I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon, Sweetheart,” I say into the phone, hoping no one asks any questions. I know they would if they weren’t distracted by Jasmine. I hear her call out that she loves me, which stops me in my tracks.
“I love you too,” I reply, ending the call before anyone can say anymore.
Standing from the sofa, I reposition my aching hard-on. One thought of who I’m about to face, and my dick softens quicker than it’s ever managed before.
Grabbing some leather gloves, I had at the ready. I push them into my trouser pocket and head for the door.
As expected, Mykela and Justin are standing outside the door waiting for me. Justin looks the complete opposite of Mykela's sophisticated look. He is in ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie and seems a little rough around the edges. Both are dressed for the roles they have been playing this evening.
“How many did you find?” I ask as they fall into step beside me.
“Six out of seven, sir. One died two months ago,” Mykela explains.
“That’s been confirmed?”
“Yes, sir, I saw the grave and autopsy reports myself,” she adds.
“How did he die?” I hope it was a long and painful death that made him suffer right up to the end.
“He was killed in a fire when the drug den he was using as a base went up.” Mykela glances at Justin, who grins.
“Apparently, they could hear him screaming from outside,” he adds.
“Good, I hope the fucker burns for all eternity.” Hell is too good for that lowlife and the ones who are about to join him. “Why do they think they are here?” I ask as Justin holds open a door for me.
“They believe you have a business deal for them all, a way for them to make more money. We used the names you gave us to confirm they were who they claimed to be.”
“And our people?”
“Still with them all. The druggies think our people have been collected in the same manner,” Mykela answers. “They have no idea they are surrounded.”
I nod as I prepare myself for what’s about to happen. I don’t like killing, but sometimes these things need to be done, and these six souls I am happy to hand over to the devil myself.
We come to a stop outside of a door, and I crack my neck, close my eyes for a second and remember everything that has led me to this point and why each of the bastards in there will never see the light of day again.
Pulling my leather gloves out of my pocket, I put one on and then the other.
“Mykela, you know what to do.” I don’t need to say anymore. I gave her the run down earlier when we had the call to say they had all been found.
“Sir.” Stepping up to the door, she enters and clears her throat. “The boss is on their way.”
“It’s about time. Tell the old bag she needs to hurry up; otherwise-”
“Otherwise, what?” I shout, storming into the room. Every single person freezes, which is precisely what I wanted.
“Fuck!”
Once one person realises they’ve been had, they all do, and the six arseholes try to make a run for it, but my team is quicker and in less than a minute, all six are kneeling on the concrete floor, with their hands behind their backs held together with cable ties.
“Who the fuck are you?” a guy with tattoos all over his neck and face shouts.
“Shut the fuck up, you idiot,” the guy beside him mutters under his breath before looking up at me. “Mr O’Reilly, sir. I don’t know these guys. I’ve not dealt on your territory since you gave me that warning. I know how you feel about-” he stops talking as I stop before him.
“You think I give a shit about your fucking drugs?”
He stops talking and shakes his head.
“I – I don– I don’t know, sir.”
I squat in front of him, grabbing his hair and pulling it hard so he is forced to look up at me.
“I don’t give two fucks about the drugs you are selling now. What I care about is the payments you take for them.” Letting go of his hair, I stand so I can see them all.
“Where’s Carol? I was told she was waiting for us!” one of the older guys shouts.
“Oh, she’s waiting for you,” I answer, shrugging off my jacket and holding it out for Justin. Once it’s out of the way, I roll up my sleeves. “She is exactly where she belongs.” All eyes are on me, and I know they are realising quickly that they are all about to die.
“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Christian O’Reilly. The owner of the O’Reilly Fight Club franchise alongside my brothers. Most people know who we are because they know that we take no shit. If you do us wrong, you die. If you hurt innocents, you die. If you sneeze in the wrong direction on my territory, you die.” I walk up and down in front of the six arseholes kneeling on the ground and make sure every one of them looks me in the eyes. Let them see how fucking furious I am and how I have no plans of letting them live.
“What has Carol got to do with you? As I told the prick behind me, I haven’t seen her in years.”
“If you know Carol, then you will remember her daughter.” Each of them pales, which makes my blood boil. “Do you remember her daughter? You should; you used her body as payment for her mother's drugs. My wife’s body.”
All six start arguing, declaring their innocence, but I don’t want to hear them.
“SHUT UP!”
They fall deadly silent as they stare at me.
“Do not speak until spoken to!” I roar as my heart rate increases until I can hear it.
“I never touched Jasmine!” my head snaps to the guy with the tattoos on his face. Storming forward, I punch him hard.
“Hold his head!” My guard behind him grabs his head and holds it in place as I pull my flip knife from my pocket. His eyes widen as he tries to fight against my guy, but Justin jumps in to help and the two of them hold him in place.
“You dare say her name!” I growl through gritted teeth. He tries to fight against me, but I hold his jaw open and pull out his tongue. He tries to scream and fight against the three of us. But it is no use. With a few swipes of my knife, I cut through his tongue and throw it onto the ground in front of him. He falls forward as my guys let him go. Blood gushes from his mouth as he groans and cries.
“The next person who even thinks about saying my wife’s name will lose more than their fucking tongue!” I yell, making sure they are all paying attention.
“Don’t even bother trying to lie your way out of this. I have researched each one of you. I have concrete evidence that you abused my wife, some of you starting when she was only seven years old.” I stop in front of a guy I know as Roger Knox. He had a long history with Carol and even lived with her and Jasmine for a while. He was the one who “won” Jasmine's virginity. He took that from not only her, but also me.
Using the tip of my knife, I press it against his forehead and push it, forcing him to look up at me.
“You lived there for a while. How often did you stand there as she begged to be left alone, wanting it all to end? How many times did you violate her tiny body?” I start sliding the knife across his forehead and down his cheek, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
“I did some fucked up shit I’m not proud of,” he has the nerve to start crying. “I’m sorry; I wish I could take it back.” Before he can say anymore, I stab him through the cheek. He screams in pain, which causes the knife to slice through the skin like butter until it exits through the side of his mouth. His scream worsens, and all I can do is smile.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back,” I mock before laughing, gripping his hair and pulling his head back. “I can't even pretend. You need to pay for what you did, and I will make sure you do.” Throwing his head back, I look at the other five and grin.
“You are all going to pay for hurting my Jasmine.”