Chapter 19
KILLA
I’ve spent the last hour filling my brothers in on parts of Cass’s story, leaving out the bits that I know she wouldn’t want me to share. They can read between the lines; we’ve seen and heard enough shit to know what must have happened to a kid who became impregnated by a monster at just thirteen.
“I want him dead. By my hands, not anyone else’s.” I sweep my gaze over my brothers.
The tension already filling the room becomes thicker. They know and understand my need for retribution; it’s our way of life, but how the hell we’re going to get it is a completely separate issue.
“And how the hell are we meant to do that, Killa? He’s locked up in prison, for Christ’s sake,” Dagger mumbles, as if annoyed with his own question, and I throw him a glare he’s more than likely expecting.
My knuckles ache from balling them into tight fists at the injustice of it all. I need to rip that fucker apart inch by torturous fucking inch.
Feeling the eyes of my brothers on me, I lower my head and try to rein in my growing fury, taking deep breaths.
Savage clears his throat. “You need to let off some steam.”
“You want me to send in Jenna?” Abs says with a shit-eating grin I can’t fathom. Was he not listening at all when I just told him everything.
Warrior slaps him around the back of his head, and I’m thankful for it. “You dumb-ass fucker. He just told us Cass is his ol’ lady. She wears his brand.”
Abs holds his hands up in jest. “Point taken.” Then he throws me a cheeky wink, reminding me of his playful personality and how he uses it to break the ice, and in all honesty, I’m grateful.
“I have an idea,” Hunter announces, and all heads snap in his direction.
He runs a hand through his hair, then clicks on the laptop.
“I think I have a way in.” He looks at me pointedly.
“And more importantly, a way for him to get out.” A cunning smile takes over his face, and Savage leans forward while I try to ignore the excitement pumping through me, conscious of getting ahead of myself.
My mind is already whirling with ideas of how I’ll make him pay.
How I’m going to pull the skin from his bones while he bites off his tongue at the sheer agony I inflict.
I’ll make sure the fucker never speaks. He’ll learn what it’s like to be silenced and afraid.
He’ll learn all about the dark and demons that haunt it.
His sins will finally be atoned, and I will get my answers.