NINE
OSCAR
“This would all end if you fucking talked.”
I sneer at Brian as I swing the sledgehammer at his knee. I have been working from his feet up, breaking every bone on my way up.
“I was paid for my silence.”
Brian sneers.
“You were paid for your death.”
“And who will tell you where she is if I die?”
He smirks up at me.
“I can guarantee you will tell me because if you don’t. I will keep you here and torture you until I get the answers I want. And even after I get my answers. I will continue to torture you until I am satisfied…and who knows how long that will take.”
“I will never tell.”
He pants as I slam the sledgehammer on his thigh.
“They all say that.”
I snicker as I watch him as he pants through the pain. I lift the sledgehammer over my head before letting it fall and hitting the same spot again. Have to make sure it worked.
“Motherfucker,”
he snarls through the pain.
“I would watch your mouth if I was you,”
I say as I slam the sledgehammer down on his hand.
He continues to cuss at me as I break every single bone in his body, he falls unconscious a few times, but a nice cold bucket over his head has him waking right up.
After the third time, I finally break him.
“Stop! Please! Have mercy on me. I will tell you.”
I nod my head and watch as he struggles with each breath.
“Well, get on with it.”
“I was contacted by the an European Mafia Capo for information about Erin.”
“Why you?”
“They said they looked into Erin and found I was her old roommate. I let them believe we had history, and that when she got pregnant, you forced us apart, but I was always her safe haven if she needed it.”
The amount of anger that ran through my body at his words. I knew that he and Erin and him never had history. I overheard her telling Kayleigh that she fucked him once and it was terrible, and that he had a hissy fit when she never wanted to fuck him again.
I drop the sledgehammer to the ground and slam my fist into his face over and over again. I feel his nose break under my knuckles but that only pushes the rage further over the edge. You would think with me pounding his face in I would feel better but when Cillian and Aiden pull me back it only pisses me off more.
“You need more answers before you can kill the worthless fuck. So, get your head out of your ass and deal with him so you can honor Erin and this family,”
Cillian orders me. I shake my arms out of his grip before storming back over to Brian and grabbing him by his throat.
“Tell me everything now.”
I give him a tight squeeze and watch as his face gets red before I loosen my grip enough that he is able to tell me.
“All I know is they showed up in my apartment and surprised me when I got home from work a week or so after you got married. They paid me twenty grand euro for information and said I could get fifty more grand euro if when she showed up. I just had to notify them so, and they could kidnap her.”
“So, Erin is nothing but money to you?”
“She wouldn’t put out for me again, and I doubt she ever would again after being married to a controlling asshole like you.”
“I might be an asshole but she wanted my cock over and over again. She begged me for it. And I never stopped her from seeing you. Hell, she never even asked me to see you.”
“Wonder why. You treated her like shit. She was right to hide Charlie from you.”
This time no one stopped me when I split his head open with the sledgehammer, except I didn’t hit his head once. No. I slammed it into his head again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
I could feel the warmth and slimy texture of his brain matter covering my face but that didn’t stop me. I kept going until I felt multiple sets of hands on my shoulders and arms pulling me away from him.
“He’s dead,”
Daidí shouts in my face when I am pulled far enough away.
“No, I’m not finished.”
“Yes, you fucking are.”
“No, he is the reason Erin is in their hands. Who knows what the fuck they are doing? We don’t know who has her. I doubt they don’t have the same morals as us. They could be beating, raping, and brutalizing women and children,”
I screamed at him.
“Yes, they do, but get your fucking head out of your ass. You are the reason they were able to take her in the first place. We will rescue her but when we do, you will give her whatever she needs, even if it is space from you.”
“No. She is my fucking wife.”
“Yes, she is, but she is the same wife you treated like shit. Between what you did to her and god only knows what they did to her, she will need time. She will get whatever she wants to heal without one fucking word from you, or so help me god, you better pray the devil takes you before I can get my hands on you.”
He yells at me.
I go to open my mouth but Cillian steps between us.
“I will make sure it happens. Go check on the kids while I talk with him, from one dumb fuck husband to another, I have a bit of insight on how to grovel for your wife’s forgiveness.”
Daidí gives me one hard glare before he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Cillian turns to me and says, “Go get cleaned up then come to my office.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting across from Cillian.
“Did you cheat on Erin?”
he demands.
“No.”
Well at least not since the honeymoon.
“Are you seriously sitting here lying to me?”
“I have been spending a lot of time at Liam’s clubs.”
“Let me guess, you didn’t fuck them, but you didn’t push them away.”
“No.”
“Did you at least shower when you got home that way, so she didn’t have to smell them all over you?”
I stared at him in silence. I get up and start pacing as I run my hands over my face.
“You are a fucking idiot. No wonder she ran. What are you planning to do? Do you actually want her and want her happy or do you just want her because she is Charlie’s mother?”
“She is my angel. I fucking wanted her before I knew about Charlie. I just got blinded by my anger.”
“And was it worth it?”
“No. I fucking know I fucked up and I know I have a long ass road of groveling to her to do and I don’t fucking care. I will spend the rest of my days on my knees at her side if that is what it will take her to forgive me.”
He nods, stands, and walks over to me. “Go rest, nothing you can do now. If I hear anything, I will get you.”
“I can’t.”
“You are no good to Erin or Charlie if you are dead on your feet.”
“Cillian, I said no.”
“Fine,”
he says standing behind me, then I feel his arms wrap around my throat. I struggle and fight him off me, but my lungs get tight. Before I black out, I hear Cillian say, “Sorry, but this is for your own good.”