Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
KILLIAN
“Did you miss me?”
Carter and Knox both whip around and look at me. Knox’s eyes are amused, while Carter's are furious.
“What the fuck. You’re supposed to be in the hospital. Remember, at least two days. You just had fucking surgery.”
I grin at him as I reassure him.
“Relax. I’m a little lighter without my spleen, but I’m fine. I’ll be a lot better when we have our girl.”
Carter shakes his head at me, disapproval written all over his face.
“When we find her, and we will—she’s going to be pissed at you.”
“And I look forward to it. Can we go kill people now?”
Once Carter moves forward, we follow behind him, and Knox asks, “Are you really okay?”
Shrugging, I admit, “I’m tender from the surgery as expected, but the site feels a lot better than my heart does.”
When they came to the hospital and told me Heather was gone—again, I thought I was having a heart attack.
Then, when they said her tracker wasn’t working right, I was sure I was going to die.
I knew I’d leave the hospital once they weren’t there to stop me.
It’s not a choice. Like Carter, I won’t live without her.
I’m not sure I can. Heather taught me how to love.
I am going to kill this motherfucker. If she has a single hair out of place on her head when we find her, he will suffer.
We are coming for you, baby. Please hold on, for me—for us.
Carter grips his gun, points it forward and walks into an office.
Pop pop pop.
Three guards are dead, and I smile at the one man left, a face I recognize. I’ve seen him before.
Desjardins.
He was here when I got Carter out. The day I came here willing to do anything to save my brother never strays far from my mind.
I stare at my brother as he is brought to me in a wheelchair. He is black and blue. His eyes are swollen, and I’m destroyed at the sight of him. I turn to Desjardins with a sneer.
“What the fuck did you do to him?”
His gaze is unapologetic as he shrugs his shoulders as if it’s no big deal.
“We cannot allow violence. It endangers the staff and disrupts the other patients' healing.”
“Please, Kill. Get me out of here.” A voice I don’t even recognize tears me away from killing this piece of garbage priest.
Carter lifts his gaze to mine, his eyes are filled with sadness and despair. It’s like staring straight into the past, once again witnessing my brother, broken and abused.
As I push the wheelchair to the door I hear the fucker.
“Pl-ea-ssse, do-nn’t tou -chh me.” He is obviously mocking my brother and I tighten my hands around the push handles of the wheel chair.
I’m fighting a war in my mind. Get Carter out or kill this motherfucker.
“Please Kill. Please. I can’t be here.”
Carter, taking a shaky breath, snaps me back to the present.
“We can handle this, brother.” Knox offers but I know he’ll never agree to that.
He shakes his head as if trying to clear his mind, while keeping his gaze focused on Desjardins standing against the back wall. The priest's eyes dart between all of us, myself, my brothers, Psycho, Reaper, and Raven. He is trying to find a way out of his predicament, but there’s only one.
Death.
Carter's voice comes out loud, angry, and psychotic.
“Not a fucking chance. I was never given the revenge that was owed to me. I’ll handle this. For what he did to me and for what he did to her.”
Psycho starts laughing like a fucking crazy person.
“He pissed himself.”
I’ll let Carter get his well-earned revenge, but I can’t stay silent.
“Do you remember what I said to you when I pushed Carter out of here in a fucking wheelchair? Do you remember that, Desjardins?”
He doesn’t speak, probably because he’s busy trembling like a leaf.
“We will be back one day. And when we are, you will fucking suffer. I can’t wait to hear you beg to die because you will plead for it. Remember that, Father? Guess what? It's finally today.”
Carter nods to Knox, and he and Reaper walk over to the screaming priest.
“No! Please. I can help you.”
After Knox zip-ties his wrists behind his back, Carter holds his hands up.
“Do you know where Heather Mancini is?”
I swear the goddamn heavens open up as I hear one word.
“Yes.”
Carter moves closer to him, the rage flowing through him is visceral.
“If you are lying, I will burn your flesh from your fucking bones. Do you understand?”
Tears stream down his face and he nods his agreement.
Carter balls his hands into fists, and I know this is taking every ounce of restraint he has.
“Do you know where Heather is?”
“Yes,” he repeats and adds, “I can take you to them. She’s with her brother.”
Carter glances at me, then Knox, but of course we agree. Could he be trying to prolong his life? Absolutely. In fact, I’d bet on it, but we have to follow through on every lead. Every second she’s with that asshole means more pain for her. And the greater chance of him killing her.
Fishing my phone from my pocket, I text Bones.
Me: Desjardins claims he knows where she is being held.
Bones: Location?
Carter closes the gap between them and snarls at him.
“What’s the fucking address? Do not test my patience.”
“1649 Deer Valley. It’s a farmhouse.”
Knox asks, “Are you sure about this? Is that your final answer?”
“I’m sure, alright. It’s my house. I would know.”
“Motherfucker,” Carter says as Knox and Reaper drag the priest to the door, and we follow behind them.
Why the hell is she being kept on his property? And do I even want to know?