Fourteen
Oscar
We spent the next day just the three of us. We both needed the quiet after yesterday. When Aiden texted me yesterday that Chloe had slapped Erin, I bolted out of the meeting to get to her. The amount of anger that pulsed through my body seeing her red cheek. Which is now unfortunately it is bruised.
I keep fussing over her, making her keep ice on it. She keeps trying to wave me off, but I won’t stop. She tells me I am acting like she broke her leg.
I don’t care.
I hate that I had to leave the next morning, but I need to get answers from the man who dropped Erin off.
I walk in and see him slumped over, tied in a chair. I see Keegan is here with his back against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest.
“Keeping him company?”
“Yeah, he is a stubborn Cunús.”
(son of a bitch)
“Don’t worry, he will talk,”
I say, smirking as I bring out my tablet and set up the translator.
“Do you need any help?”
“Strap his hands to the arms of the chair,”
I tell him as I get the wedges and hammer. I listen as he struggles against Keegan, but it’s not like he will be able to go anywhere. He is sitting in a steel chair that is bolted to the ground and his legs are tied to the legs of it; plus, there’s a strap along with a strap around his chest. So he may be able to swing his arms, but he won’t be able to get anywhere.
“Come on, hit me,”
I hear Keegan tease with his hands up and bouncing on his feet like he is boxing. I turn around and watch as Keegan punches the man in the jaw, not hard really but hard enough for the man’s body to get tense. Then he carefully stares at Keegan before he tries to punch him, but Keegan just bounces out of the way.
“You can have fun later. I need some answers out of him first,”
I tell Keegan before turning my attention to the man in the chair.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, and if you don’t answer them or if I don’t like your answer. I will hammer this wedge under your nail, slowly peeling it away from your finger,”
I say, and I wait for the translator and translate what I said to him. I watch as his face as he listens.
“Why did you kidnap my wife?”
I ask as I place the wedge right under the edge of his fingernail. His eyes drop to his hand before they look back at me, and he shakes his head. I pull the hammer back and slam it on the back of the wedge. He groans, but it is barely in. I want it all the way to his cuticle. I hit it again.
“Sikmek.”(Fuck)
I ignore him and hit the wedge one last time.
“Why did you kidnap my wife?”
I ask, pushing down on top of the wedge that is sticking out.
“aydyp biljek d?l.”
(I can’t tell.)
I snicker and shake my head while starting to hammer the next wedge in his pointer finger.
“Your loyalty will not help you escape a painful death.”
“Kasam etdim,”
(I took an oath)
I slam the wedge in. “And that oath will have you suffering for months until your body can longer handle being tortured.”
“Yok.”(No)
“Yes. You were there when my wife was being tortured and beaten. And everyone involved will be punished.”
“Men edip bilemok.” (I can’t)
He refuses to talk anymore, so I finish hammering the wedges under all ten nails. I look over at Keegan, who says, “Stubborn motherfucker, huh?”
“Definitely is.”
I say as I grab a knife and start slicing down his left arm, he starts to thrash but the straps don’t give him any room to move.
“Oňsylayjy.”
(Motherfucker)
“Ready to talk yet?”
“Hi? ha?an.” (Never)
So be it then, I grab salt and push it deep into his cut and make sure to rub it in. He lasts about two minutes before he caves in.
“Olar siziň hemm?ňizi ogurlap, ma?galaňyzdaky ayal-gyzlaryny satyp biler yaly aldamak islediler.”
(They wanted to lure you all out so they could kidnap and sell the woman and children in your family)
I stand back and glare down at him. “And what part did you have in this?”
He gulps and turns his head away, but I roughly grab his chin and force his eyes on me.
“Ayalyňy satmazdan ?ň wada berdiler.”
(I was promised your wife before we would have sold her.)
“String him up and strip him.”
I watch with a smirk as Keegan wraps the chain around his wrists, removes the straps keeping him in the chair and he slowly raises him onto his toes. Keegan then wraps a set of chains around his ankles.
“Stretch him?”
“Yes.”
Keegan cranks the lever, and it stretches his arms and legs. We both lean back and watch him cuss and taunt me about what he would have done to Erin but it quickly turns into begging.
“Hayy? edy?rin, bagy?laň. Maňa rehim et.”
(Please I’m sorry. Have mercy on me.)
I leave him there for another thirty minutes before I nod to Keegan to lower him. I grab the pruning shears, and with one quick snip. I cut his dick from his body. I watch as he screams bloody murder while blood flows from his body. I feel the warmth of the blood splatter on my hand, and soak through my shirt.
It doesn’t takes long for him to bleed out. After that, I cut his head off, I decided to send the Turkish boss a little gift of warning about coming after our family. Wait until Cillian finds out….
He doesn’t take it well to anyone threatening Bia or Brayden. I understand his reasoning as just the thought of anyone hurting Erin or Charlie has me seeing red. I wanted to see him suffer more, but he wasn’t the one who needed my anger the most. I will hold onto it until I get the boss in front of me.
After I clean up and burn my clothes, I head back to the mansion, needing nothing more than to hold my family. I find them in the kitchen eating lunch with Kayleigh. I walk up to Erin, and she shrieks in surprise when I turn her around and wrap my arms around her.
“Oscar?” she asks.
“Give me a moment,”
I whisper in her ear.
“Okay,”
she whispers back and tightens her arms around me. I finally loosen my grip after a bit, and she stares at me.
“Guessing you didn’t like what you found out?”
“No.”
“Okay, anything I can do?”
“Just try not to leave the mansion and if you do, tell me and make sure you take your security with you.”
“I promise.”
“Thank you,”
I say, kissing her cheek. I turn to Charlie, who is snacking on some fruit and kiss the top of his head.
“I will be back. I need to talk to Cillian, but I had to see you both first.”
“Go. We are meeting up with Bia and Brayden after he wakes up. Charlie just woke up early.”
“Okay. I will be back soon.”
I walk out and head for Cillian’s office knowing I’m about to piss him off.
I enter his office after knocking, and he looks up from his computer.
“What did he say?”
“They are planning to kidnap and sell the woman and children.”
“NA IDIOTS GOBSHIT SALACH?”
(THOSE DIRTY GOBSHIT IDIOTS)
“I wish I was.”
“This is fucking war. No one gets to threaten our wives and children.”
“I agree, but I have the feeling they aren’t working alone. They don’t have the manpower we do, and certainly not enough to pull something like this off. Not after all the men we killed when we took down the one trafficking ring. I’m sure we have only gained more enemies.”
“I’ll call Mateo and see if he can spare some men.”
“Okay, let me know how that goes.”
I pause thinking about him calling Mateo. That means his diabolical wife will most likely be coming.
“Can you not mention anything about my fuck up to Emilia?”
The corner of his lips rise.
“Oh, I definitely will.”
“Fecker,”
I tell him before leaving the office, I can only hope she doesn’t torture me like she did Cillian.