Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Glass and bottles crash to the floor as he goes down hard, letting out a shout of frustration and pain.
Nico shoots Angus in the back of his head, and as his blood splatters over Hugo’s face, he snaps, “I had him.”
Before Nico can respond, Charlie emerges from the corridor, holding a gun ready in one hand and a knife in his other.
I gesture for Nico and Hugo to stand down and meet the fucker’s eyes. “Time’s up, Mooney.”
Seething with anger, he’s barely able to talk as he hisses, “Mother-fucking Sicilian scum.” Dropping his gun, he charges at me.
Just as I jump back, the blade of his knife slices across my forearm. The pain is sharp and welcoming, and letting out a dark chuckle, I grab his wrist before he can pull back. Yanking him closer, I drive my knee into his stomach and watch how he folds in two like a chair. Before he can drop, I grip him by his throat, and keeping him standing, I headbutt him.
The crack of his nose breaking is music to my ears, and as blood starts running from his nostrils, he swings at me again, catching me across the ribs with his knife.
I throw my entire body into his, shoving him up against a wall where his brother is trying to drag his body out of the way. With years' worth of rage and hate clouding my vision, I begin to beat the fuck out of him until his legs give out and he drops to one knee, breathing hard and struggling to stay upright.
From the corner of my eye, I see James crawling across the floor, trying to reach Charlie’s gun, but Hugo finishes the fucker with a single shot to the head.
Charlie’s eyes widen at the sight of his brother dying. He spits blood from his mouth and tries to speak, but I’ve had enough. Pulling my Glock from behind my back, I shoot the bastard twice in the chest. He falls forward, grabbing hold of my right leg before tumbling to the side.
Crouching beside him, I keep eye contact and savor his dying breaths until the final one rattles from his chest.
The cabin goes quiet, and I become aware of the burning pain where the asshole cut me.
“We need to move,” Nico says to get my attention.
Rising to my full height, I order, “Burn the yacht.”
“Bring the gasoline,” I hear Hugo call out to Nathan from where he’s standing by the doorway.
Making my way off the yacht, I’m hit with fresh cool air coming from the ocean. Nathan returns with two canisters, passing me as he boards the vessel.
Nico joins me on the pier, lighting a cigarette while Hugo and Nathan douse the cabin and deck with gasoline. When they set it all on fire, my eyes track my men until they’re safely on the pier, then I watch as seven years go up in smoke.
As the sound of sirens begins to carry faintly over the water, it all feels a little anticlimactic now that it’s over.
“Cops are coming,” Nico says, gesturing for Hugo and Nathan to head back to the SUV.
“It’s done,” I murmur before turning away from the flames devouring the yacht.
Now it’s time to claim Sienna once and for all.
“Once I have Sienna settled in my penthouse, we’ll deal with the Albanians,” I tell Nico.
“No rest for the wicked,” he sighs.
After Alfio unlocks the door, I enter Sienna’s apartment. Seeing the alarm is off, I begin to frown, but then I notice Sienna sitting on the baywindow seat.
I wonder why she’s sitting in the dark but I don’t say anything as I walk to one of the couches. Taking a seat and leaning back, I let out a sigh while staring at her.
I’ve given her more than three months since we last spoke. Not by choice, but because I was busy.
Turning her head to me, she asks, “Is my time up?”
Not bothering to talk, I nod.
Dismantling the Irish mob and slowly eliminating them all kept me going the past seven years, and now that it’s over, I feel weird. It’s as if all the tension has been bottling up, and now that I’ve killed the Mooney brothers, I don’t know how to decompress.
Sienna looks at me for a while, then getting up, she walks toward the wall.
“Don’t switch on the lights,” I whisper, sounding as exhausted as I feel.
Pausing in the middle of the living room, she asks, “Did something happen?”
“I killed the Mooney brothers.”
I hear her gasp, but she doesn’t comment on it.
Getting up, I take hold of her hand and pull her to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks, apprehension lacing her words.
“Relax. I just want to sleep, princess.” I sit down on the side of the bed nearest to the door and take off my boots. “Lie down.”