5. Rage
five
Rage
Months have gone by, and as a punishment for me beating our rival Irish family, Flynn sent us on a mission to find a few people that needed to be handled. One being Teagan, Jade’s aunt, who has been a fucking ghost.
A few times, I've reached out to Spade to check on everything, and this jerk sent me a video of him having sex with Jade. I wanted to rip his fucking dick from his body, but I jerked off a few times to her sounds. I fucking miss the noises she makes, but when I see the prick, he is definitely getting nut punched for that shit. The weekly photos of the kids are wonderful. It makes my heart full to see them even if I’m not there to hold them or help take care of them.
In a month, Jade will receive a letter from the lawyer taking care of my estate. I left everything to them. My siblings get nothing. Spade told me that Giovanna is with the Abazi family, but they are working on getting her and my nephew out of there, which I was relieved to hear.
“When are you going to shave that face of yours? You scare all the ladies away,” Kane chides, and I laugh.
“Are you sure it’s not your ugly fucking face, you prick?” I reply, and his eyes widen.
“I am not ugly. You take that back, you Italian jerkoff.”
“I need to find a barber to clean it up, but it's going to have to wait until we get out of Spain. While we’ve been here, I haven’t seen one,” I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.
Sitting at the bar, waiting for our mark to show up, I nudge Kane with my elbow and lift my chin towards a man with long black hair and a full beard, dressed in an all black suit walking in the door of the brothel we are sitting at.
“Is that him?” I whisper, and he nods as I follow the man's movements as he speaks to the madam in hushed tones. Kane leans into me, but before he can speak, I growl. He whips his head to follow my line of sight, then turns back to me as my eyes narrow at the newest guest who accompanies our mark.
“D, who is that?” he asks as my body shakes.
Rage flows through my veins as I watch this motherfucker laugh and flirt with the sex workers swarming him.
Kane kicks my shin, bringing my attention back to him.
Taking a sip of my bourbon, I take a deep breath and remember where the fuck I am and that I can’t make impulsive decisions.
“The man that walked in behind our mark is the prick responsible for stabbing my wife and killing my daughter,” I spit as his eyes widen.
“Fuck!” he curses, and I nod.
“Fuck, is right. Do you know hard it is to sit here while he fucking laughs and smiles, knowing what he did and there isn’t shit I can do about it?” I growl as he takes a big gulp of his whiskey.
“Our business is with Zayn Cruz. Not the other Lad,” he tells me, and I look at him with narrowed eyes.
“I’m well aware of the mission. I’m just telling you how I fucking feel and how hard it is going to be to not kill them both,” I reply, and he nods.
“Maybe we wait until he is alone. We can pay one of these girls to get Zayn alone. Then we take him to Flynn,” he says, and I nod.
“That’s the only way to not turn this place into a bloodbath,” I seethe.
He signals one girl over, whispering in her ear.
Her eyes widen but soften just as fast. She nods as he takes his phone out, letting her put her info on it.
I assume he sends her payment because she kisses his cheek and goes right for Zayn, dragging him into a room.
“She will place the call when she’s ready for us. In the meantime, we chill out,” he tells me, and I finish my bourbon, ordering another. “You’ve been drinking a lot lately,” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“Don’t worry about me and my alcohol intake. Mind your business, Kane,” I reply, and he shakes his head.
“I’m just looking out for you, Lad,” he tells me, and I shake my head.
“I’m fine. Just working through all the shit in my head,” I confess, and he nods as we go back to scanning the room as men come and go from this place.
An hour later, his phone pings. He takes it out and shows me the text. Room eight in the back, closest to the exit.
“I’ll go get the car and bring it around the back,” he says as he leaves through the front entrance, and I head for the room in the back.
Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I reach room eight and slowly open the door. As I enter, I notice the red lighting, a dresser with shelves that hold different sex toys, a four post bed with a sheer canopy, and a velvet chaise lounge chair.
Stepping deeper into the room, I see the man is hog-tied with his hands and feet tied behind him while his face is buried in the silk sheets as she pegs his ass.
Shaking my head, I kneel on the bed beside them, taking out the syringe Kane gave me filled with a sedative that could very well knock out a horse and jab it into his neck.
His body jerks for a second before going deathly still.
She removes herself from his body and walks out of the room without a backwards glance.
Rolling him onto his side, I try to lift his pants up the best I can so I can carry him over my shoulder to toss him in the car.
The door suddenly flies open and Kane stands in the doorway.
“Ready?” he asks, and I nod as he helps carry this fucker out of the room.
He stops at the threshold and looks both ways before stepping into the hallway towards the exit doors.
Pushing them open, the frigid air hits my overly warmed skin, sending a chill up my spine.
The car sits outside the steel door with its trunk open. We toss him in and shut the trunk.
“How long will that sedative last?” I ask, and he laughs.
“We’re going to have to give him another dose halfway through the flight home. Geoff has the jet ready and waiting for us,” he says as we climb into the car and head for the airstrip.
Zayn Cruz came to the castle a few months ago for a party Flynn threw and took advantage of the maid.
Flynn has no patience for that type of disrespect, so now he wants his blood.
Why we couldn’t just kill him ourselves is beyond me but Flynn’s the boss, and just like with Jade, whatever the boss wants, the boss gets.
Now, if only the boss let me kill who I want to kill, then all would be good in the world.
But for now, I have to be a good little soldier in order to get home to where my fucking heart is.