Big Phil laughed loudly as I winced when I felt the sting of his slap as it tore through the side of my face.

Bastard.

“One of those American assholes you speak of was my friend, so watch what you say about him or I’ll make you bleed.”

There was a bro code between criminal scumbags, who’d have thought it? My mind sneered. Not me.

I wanted to make my thoughts know, but instead I grunted and kept my mouth shut because bleeding didn’t sound appealing in the slightest.

“We’re in my rented apartment.” He eventually said.

That surprised me.

“You took me to your place?” I questioned. “Why?”

I heard him move around.

“Because I want to spend time with you in a comfortable environment.”

Did that mean he wasn’t going to kill me? I wondered and was surprised that the thought saddened me.

“How long do you plan to keep me here?” I asked, hoping the fear I felt didn’t show in my tone. He would probably link it to fear of being killed if he did pick up on it anyway.

He hummed. “As long as it takes.”

I furrowed my brows. As long as what takes?

“What are you talkin’ about?” I asked in frustration.

I froze when I heard more movement close by and felt him approach me. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he stepped on them. I flinched then tensed up when I felt a rough pat on the crown of my head.

“You ask a lot of questions for a captive.”

I actually grinned as I said, “If you wanted peace then you should’ve kidnapped a mute.”

Things were silent for a few moments then Big Phil guffawed. I lost my grin, drew my brows together and glared at him through my blindfold. He was maddening.

“You’re amusing me greatly.”

I set my jaw. “Glad I can entertain you.”

Another chortle.

“Are you going to be silent enough for me to answer your earlier questions?”

I hesitated. “I kind of forget what they were.”

“You asked why you were here and if I was going to kill you, and I’m prepared to answer them.”

It was twisted that I got a tad bit excited at the prospect of knowing my fate. Would it end in freedom or death—in a perfect world, the latter would win.

“Oh, right,” I said. “Go ahead, I’ll be quiet while you speak.”

“Thank you,” he said sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” I replied, just as sarcastically.

A snort or two later, the piece of scum began to talk.

“Originally, my plan was never to come for you, or even for Aideen, it’s always been Kane that I’ve wanted. You can’t catch someone like him off guard though. I created him, and I know first-hand what he is capable of doing when he’s backed into a corner.”

I gritted my teeth in anger. He was speaking of Kane like he was some animal he trained… I suppose for a time, he was that, but not anymore!

“Then I got to thinking,” Big Phil continued. “Who would it hurt if I managed to kill Kane? None other than his brothers, and I don’t want that, I want him to suffer. When I got here last year, I watched him for a while, to see if there was someone important in his life outside of his family, and that’s when I came to know about Aideen, and her pregnancy. It was like God Himself was gifting me the lives I needed to end that would finally break Kane and force him to live with the pain I do.”

Sickness swirled in my lower abdomen, and I fought with my body not to heave.

“You’re a ragin’ fuckin’ lunatic.”

“My son was murdered, of course I’m a lunatic.” Big Phil argued. “You think losing your child keeps you sane?”

Kane stumbled upon his ‘precious son’ violating a little girl; he deserved a medal for ending the waste of space’s life, nothing less.

I shook my head. “Your son was a dirty paedophile who hurt children, it was justifiable what he got. I personally think he got off too eas—”

Big Phil cut me off with a bang to the face. It was so forceful, that the knock caused me to surge backwards, tipping the chair until it fell and hit the ground. I cried out in pain as fire spread across my cheek and pounding pain erupted at the back of my head.

“I’ll kill you right now if you talk about my son like that again, do you hear me?”

Death—to just be gone from this Earth, was what I wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask for it. I didn’t acknowledge Big Phil’s warning, I only continued to whine in pain.

“That’s why you’re here,” he pressed. “I can’t have Aideen, and your sister is always with Nico. Alec and his woman are together constantly as well. That other girl in your group is single, and Damien has no one so that left you. I thought you would be as hard as the others to snatch, but I’ve come to learn a lot about Ryder’s routine, and yours. He leaves you alone a lot with only Damien for protection when you aren’t at the hospital. That was the weak link in your chain, and I took advantage of it.”

It sent chills up my spine that a stranger knew so much about us. It was a feeling I couldn’t describe—it made my already churned stomach twist once more.

“So that’s the answer to that question,” I said, curtly. “What’s the answer to me other one?”

I yelped when the chair I was bound to was pulled back into an upright position, and the blindfold I wore was yanked from my face. My instant reaction was to close my eyes until they adjusted to the light. It didn’t take long because the room I was in was dimly lit, and thanks to the window facing me, I could see through the net curtains that it was dark outside.

How long am I here?

I felt a presence to my left, so I turned and looked at the man who stood next to me. He was taller than the brothers with a normal build, but his face was severely scarred. He reminded me of Freddie Kruger, and that thought didn’t bode well with me. I refused to show it though.

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