Book Three #2
Zed decided he would take her to his father if she refused talk to them. “Look, we aren't bad guys. Just a family running an inn out in the damned country. Maybe it would help you to tell us who you are searching for. Or why you are here.”
The woman shook her head and admitted, “Ok, my name is Sinclair and I came here from New York City. A friend of mine was hurt a few weeks ago and I came here looking for the man who hurt her. He’s a Grimm Brother guy and I plan to either kill him if he resists or take him back with me to face the courts. ”
Zed stared at her, turned his head to look at his brother, then he looked back at her. “I have a feeling the man you are looking for isn’t here anymore.” Shrugging, he admitted, “He very well could have been at one time but he is not here now.”
Sinclair narrowed her eyes at the brothers and growled, “Where did he go? I have to find him. My friend needs justice for what he did to her.”
Zed nodded. “And she more than likely got her justice although his crimes against her went unknown.” Shaking his head he admitted, “Don’t worry, he paid for what he did to her and to all the women he did that to.”
“I don’t know that.” She shook her head. “I have to get something he took from her back. It’s the only way she’ll be free.”
Zed shook his head. Looking at her, he explained, “You’ll have to take my word for it, babe. I’ve got no way of verifying it but he’ll never bother anyone again. You’ll just have to take my word on that score.”
“I don’t even know who you are let alone am I willing to take your word for anything and buster, I am not your babe. I have no idea who the pair of you are. So trusting you is out of the question.”
Zed stared at her. “Ok...for one, you are fucking rude. For two, you were trespassing. For three, you are definitely a babe.” He grinned at her.
Walter shook his head at Zed’s unorthodox reply.
Zed tried again, “My name is Zed Meran and this is my brother Walter. Like I said, we just bought this place a few months ago and we’re about to open it up to the public in a few days.”
“Well, bully for you, Zed Meran. I’m sure the public is waiting with bated breath for you to open your doors. Me? Not so much.” She shrugged as she stared at them both.
Zed looked over at Walter and said, “See? She is rude.”
Walter was about to say something.
They all heard footsteps coming down the hall.
Hondo came into the kitchen with a handgun in his hands. He raised a dark brow when he saw the woman standing there along with his two sons. He looked from one to the other before he asked, “What the devil is going on here? Who’s the chica and why does she look pissed off at the whole world?”
“She’s looking for one of the Grimm Brothers,” Zed replied.
“And I just told her he isn’t here any more.
But I don’t think she believes me and wants to know where he went.
As for looking pissed off? Seems she’s just rude to everyone in general.
” He made a point to look over at her and say, “This is a man you’d better be polite to. ”
Hondo turned his head to stare at the woman.
She stood there with her arms crossed and glared back at him.
He cleared his throat and dropped the weapon to his side.
“My son is correct, young lady. The Grimms did indeed come here to try and take us out because they knew we would stand in their way when it came to setting up their drop site. But they aren’t here anymore and we cannot be sure where they went. ”
Sinclair growled. “That won’t work for me.
If he’s not here, then I’ll find him. I won’t stop until he’s laying on the ground, broken and bleeding and I want him to know the reason why.
I want him to hear her name as the last word he hears before he takes his last breath. My friend deserves that much at least.”
Hondo stared at her. “My God, what did this man do to your friend that was so bad?”
Sinclair straightened her stance and glared at him.
“That is not my story to tell but I can tell you some of what he did to her. When she refused his advances he hit her several times” Her body trembled as she looked away and added, “After they got what they wanted, against her will I might add, he then took out a blade and carved his name into her skin. Finally, when she lay broken and bleeding he set her on fire. Unlucky for him, she didn’t die and was found.
The doctors brought her back from the edge of the dead and she wishes they would just let her go to the other side.
Her dreams or rather nightmares, plague her to this day.
She can’t see any future beyond the pain she is in and will always be in now.
They beat her to hell and back and threw her away like yesterday’s trash.
She will never have any semblance of peace again and for that, he will pay with his life. ”
Hondo looked taken aback by this answer which was one that he did not expect. “Si, I understand chica and I am sorry for such a thing but we don’t really know where he was taken.”
Sinclair shook her head as she still looked disgusted.
Marching over to Zed, she snatched her rifle from his hands.
Cocking the gun, she turned to Hondo and snarled.
“I will find him if I have to hunt for the rest of my life.
I will hunt this bastard down and shoot him in the legs first. Then I will whisper my friend's name in his ear and plant a bullet to his skull then watch him go to hell with my help.”
She turned to leave the kitchen, opening the back door.
Hondo called out, “You will never find him. He might not even be in the States any longer.”
Sinclair stopped then slowly turned around to glare at him. “What do you mean by that? Where did he go?”
Hondo shook his head. “That I cannot say, simply because I do not know. A friend of a friend came here and gathered up all the bad men including the members of the Grimm Brothers and took them away from here. We do not know where they were taken or if they even survived. All we know is that we will never see them again, at least in this life.”
Sinclair shook her head. “That is unacceptable. I have to find him and end him myself. I promised my friend that I would and I intend to keep that promise. That monster deserves to die for what he did.”
“Si, he does but he is beyond your grasp for now, maybe forever.” Hondo shook his head.
“No senor, you do not know me. I will see these men dead by my hand,” Sinclair vowed. “I will find them and I will be the last thing he sees in this world.”
The Truth Bratva Style...
Felix raised his phone as he stood close to Sinclair and tapped the screen. “Please watch,” he requested as he handed the cell to her.
All the group in the boathouse could hear for the first minute was screaming coming from the phone’s speaker.
Sinclair’s eyes remained glued to the screen as she watched every move in the video.
With a busted lip, Jason of the Grimm Brothers shouted, “Please? No more!”
“Yes,” the other one added in a desperate voice as his nose bled. “We told you everything we know!”
“Everything?” Sergi’s voice came over the recording on the cell. “Net, I think not. Tell us about Bethany Towers.”
“Who?” one of them asked in a weeping voice.
“The girl you beat up and abused a week ago,” Sergi reminded him.
Both men looked confused.
“You mean Sinclair Everett?” Jett asked.
“No, you fool.” Sergi seethed at him. “You killed a girl named Bethany. She was Sinclair’s friend.”
The two men looked lost.
Sergi ignored their confusion as he placed his hands behind his back and spoke calmly, “I am not a man who reveres torture or cruelty, so I simply decided to ship you to Sibera.”
The two men nodded as if they knew this.
“However,” Sergi stated with a growl in his voice. “In light of this heinous crime you committed upon an innocent woman. A young woman who had her entire life ahead of her, I have now changed my mind.”
“W-was she someone...” Looking fearful, Jason had to swallow heavily before he continued, “...important to you?”
“I never knew her,” Sergi replied. “But Bethany was a very important person.” He glared at them.
The two men looked white in the face as they paused to glance at each other.
“We were ordered to do it!” Jett confessed.
“That’s right. Sean Everett wanted his daughter dead,” Jason explained.
“We will use that information for sure,” Sergi replied.
“Y-you will not spare us?” Jason asked.
Sergi narrowed his eyes at them and asked, “Did you spare Bethany?” He then shook his head at them. “Net, you did not. If you believe in God, now is the time to speak to him.” He stepped back.
After a couple of minutes of silence, a huge man came forward, his back remaining to the camera. Raising his fist, he punched Jason, then moved over and punched Jett. “Did Bethany bleed?” he asked.
Both men were pleading and bleeding as they didn’t answer.
However, the large man did not relent as he used both men as punching bags for several grunting, groaning, painful minutes. “Did she beg you to stop? Did you laugh at her as she struggled against your strength?”
Screams came from the phone as the large man kept up with the brutal beatings and kept saying Bethany’s name with every punch and every kick he gave them.
Finally, the pleas and screams stopped as the men's heads hung low and they went still. Blood dripped down along their chains and to the floor.
Sinclair’s face was covered in tears as her hands shook and she handed the phone back to Felix. Slowly looking up at Sergi and Misha she whispered, “Thank you.”
“Oh, my God!” Chad shouted in panic as he had heard all of the torture done to the men that killed Bethany. “I had nothing to do with it. Please don’t—”
Zed stepped closer to him and said, “You covered it up. You then came after Sinclair.”
He went silent.
“Oh? Nothing to say?” Sergi asked. He then looked over at Sinclair. “With your permission, we will take him.”
Sinclair nodded. “Yes, please do.”
“NO!” Officer Chad yelled. “I’m NYPD! You can’t kill—”
“Who said anything about killing you?” Misha cut in. “We think you at least earned a vacation in Siberia.”
“Da, we know it isn’t the warm beaches of Mexico,” Sergi agreed. “But look at it this way officer...You will fry in hell later.”
Felix went over and took him down. He then went to drag him out.
“WAIT!” Cat shouted. “None of you can get on that jet to Russia.”
Everyone there looked over at her.
Sergi studied her and asked what every person there wondered, “And why not?”
Cat trembled as she replied, “Someone sabotaged one of the wing’s engines back in New York. I-I don’t know why it did not go down on your flight here. But I am betting it will on your trip back.”