I stand there oh, so still, trying to digest what the hell he just told me. When I finally get up the courage to talk again, I ask, “Did she really die in a car accident or did you have her killed?”
I peer into his eyes. Eyes that I never thought would hold as much coldness as they do right in this moment. “She deserved to die.”
Ignoring his words once more I ask him again, “Tell me what really happened to my mother.” He rolls his eyes, seeming annoyed with my questions.
“If you really need an answer, then yes, I killed her and her lover, and believe me I would do it again. It was the best day of my life and I should have killed you that day too, but I didn’t know then what I do now.” The pure hatred dripping from his voice chills me to the bone and suddenly I’m done asking him questions. He’s not giving me the answers I want, and even facing death head on he’s not showing an ounce of remorse.
Did I ever really know this man?
I don’t tell him goodbye. I don’t say anything else at all. I just turn around and step out of the room. Trey, Wes, and Declan are all waiting in the hallway for me. Their faces holding the same sorrow filled expression as I murmur the words I know they’ve patiently been waiting for.
“He is all yours.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Declan
We’ve been taking turns interrogating the man who destroyed our lives. I know we’ll never get the revenge we truly want on him, since we can’t kill him three times over, but finally having him in our clutches, getting to fucking draw his blood, it’s as close as we’re going to get. He’s been teetering on the edge of death for the last thirty minutes, but we don’t want to send him to hell just yet. What would be the fun in that?
“Last chance to tell us where the thumb drive is. We’ll make it quick and pain-free if you tell us how to get it. If not…we will make it very, very painful.”
“Kill me. I’d rather die than tell you a single thing.” He spits, blood dripping from his mouth. I take the knife in my hand and fist the handle, leaning into his face, giving him one last chance to tell us what we want to hear.
“Tell me where the fuck it is, Richards, or I’m putting this blade in your thigh,” I sneer. Richards’ near lifeless eyes collide with mine and I know he isn’t going to give me the answer I want.
“Go to fucking hell.” He wheezes, and I smirk, pulling the knife back before placing it in his thigh. The blade cuts through his clothing and the meaty muscle and skin of his thigh like a hot knife through butter. Richards cries out in pain, his chest straining as he tries to breathe.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Wes mocks.
“Imagine how Jessa felt when you had that bastard try and skin her alive?” Trey says next. Richards’ eyes flicker open and closed, but even near death, he doesn’t give a fuck, or even ask for forgiveness, not that I would give it to him even if he asked, begged, or fucking pleaded.
“I should’ve killed her…” His chest heaves with the effort to speak. “I should have killed her when I had the chance. It would’ve been better than having her end up with you three.”
“We saved her life, fucker,” Trey growls, slamming his fist into the side of Richards’ head. He sags in the chair with the force of the blow, his eyes drifting closed for a long moment before opening again.
“We’ll never let her go again, we’ll keep her with us forever, and we’ll make certain no one touches a hair on her beautiful blonde head, besides us,” Wes snarls, clenching his blood covered fists at his sides.
“Last chance, before we end it…” I lean down, and into his face, my eyes casting a glance over his mangled flesh before meeting his eyes. “Where is the flash drive?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck off.” He barely gets the words out and I’m leaning back grabbing another knife from the back table and delivering the final blow. With the flick of my wrist, I slice him from ear to ear, watching as the blood that’s left in his body drains out of him, the coppery scent of it tickling my nose. I stare at the blood, watching as it paints the floor red, and clings to the bottom of my boots…and I feel…I feel at peace, for once.
There’s still a gnawing feeling in my gut, but I feel better knowing that this sack of shit is gone from the world. I still want the USB drive, but only so we can rid the world of more horrible fuckers just like him.