"We'll meet you, just tell us where," Janson said this time. He sounded positively filled with rage.
"I'll message you the coordinates. Remember. No one else or she dies."
It was a f*ck
ing bluff.
"We fight it out the hard way," Greyson said. "No one else?"
"No one else."
"Fine."
It was going to be a damn bloodbath.
Janson
When I got her all to myself, I was going to put her over my knee for sure.
But first, I had to make sure she didn't get killed.
We sat in the 1969 Chevelle and stared out at the farmhouse. It was a little thing, so unsuspecting that I would’ve overlooked it. And it sat back about half a mile off the road. Isolated. The perfect place.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked Greyson. I didn't want to go in there and have it be a trap.
Just like my girl warned. Kathryn was smart and I’m sure that little tip cost us, but we could handle anything they had to throw at us.
"I'm not sure about anything, but I know that we need to do what we can to save her and kill him. That f*ck
ing piece of shit deserves to die,” Greyson answered. The man was half feral as he gnashed his teeth.
I definitely echoed that statement, and if I could, I would kill him myself for this. I thought about all the agonizing ways I wished I could inflict pain on him, but I knew none of that would be enough. It brought out the monster in me, the one I fought so hard to be able to control.
"We don't have much of a choice, then, do we?" I asked. I considered exactly what was about to happen. Worst case scenario, we’d walk out of there with Kat and only David would be dead. But that was unlikely. All those men would probably die because of orders. Stupid f*ck
ing orders.
Because James Fitzgerald didn’t have enough faith in his son to be his legacy.
We were armed to the hilt, and we had everything we needed as we sat in the muscle car. Greyson drove up, and I double checked everything. Guns, knives, f*ck
. It was all there.
"You ready to go?" I asked him. I wanted her out of there, and I wanted her out of there now. She was carrying my goddamn baby. It was too much for me to be able to tolerate. I wanted to hang David and skin him alive. Listening to him scream in torment would be the only thing that made up for this.
We had to enter through the front doors, but it was a part of our plan. We were going to take them from the inside out. If we died, we would do it in a blaze of f*ck
ing gun fire.
We didn't waste any time. As soon as we were out of the car, we rushed the house and slammed down the door, watching it come right off its hinges. It was a weak piece of shit, and we would've had better security. Hell, we did have better security.
It came down in a feeble flop, and I saw her. She was tied against a chair in the f*ck
ing living room, a gag in her mouth.
God dammit.
I grabbed the first man I could find and put him in a sleeper hold. We were outmanned, but it wasn't a huge force. Probably six in total. Now five.
That's when I saw him. David. He was smug at the top of the stairs, just standing there, waiting.
"Now, boys," a voice bellowed. It was a voice I knew, and suddenly, two men turned and cut the throats of the other two.
Kathryn let out a blood-curdling scream. I saw him. The Butcher.
He grabbed David and didn't even think about it. He brought out his knife and dragged it across the ass*ole
's throat, blood pouring from it as he fell into a crumpled pile.
Henry had betrayed him.
"You plan to do that?" Greyson asked.
"The entire f*ck
ing time," the Butcher said. "I might be a pawn for your father, but I work for you. I'm not going to choose his side over yours. You two are the only ones I respect."
Kathryn had gone quiet, and I ran to her, untying her as she shook. "They just, it's, I can't." The words came out in forced breaths like she was trying to get past the shock, but I just scooped her up and walked her right out of the damn house.
I didn't want her to have to witness any more of that. It would be too much of a shock to the system as it was.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she stared at me, her eyes wide.
“f*ck
, no, I’m not okay. That was a f*ck
ing bloodbath.” She paused, then shook her head. “And not the way I thought it would be.”
That lip, it quivered just slightly. I grabbed her and kissed her softly. “It’s going to be okay.” I believed it with every fiber of my being. “We have people who take care of this. I’m okay, you are okay. No one is ever going to hurt you again.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. “Janson, I wasn’t thinking. I was scared. I just, I’m, I’m-”
“Pregnant.” I finished the sentence for her, my chest swelling with the idea. I’d wanted this, begged for it. And now, it was here, and all I could do was relish it.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“I saw the test, baby. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you.” I kissed her again.