Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,43
you to picture her being passed around a room full of men. As they rape her, she’d cry for her da. She’d beg them to stop.”
He spits again on the ground. “Please.”
I grin at him and step closer. I slap the side of his face that I just burned.
He roars and jumps away while a string of curses falls from his lips.
“Michael.” His wife's voice has him turning gray as he races for the door that I block.
“I’ll cut her fucking head off if you don’t get rid of her.”
I step back, hoping he doesn’t force my hand.
“Go inside, Liz. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“What are you doing in the shed?”
“Go inside now!” His words are harsh. I open the door slightly as she goes back inside, but I know my time is even more limited now.
Pulling down a rag that is stained with oil, I shove it into his mouth.
He’s shaking his head and screaming. His fingers manage to get some of the fabric out before I grab them and bend them back.
“Frankie.” My brother’s name on his lips has me wanting to hear his fucking screams.
“They paid me.” The words leave his lips the moment I take the rag out. “They paid me three grand to kill him.”
His breaths are harsh, the information doing a number on my system.
“Who paid you?” I keep calm.
He sobs, and I grab his hair while yanking his head back. “This is it, Michael. You tell me now, or I’ll beat you to death in the fucking shed.”
“If I tell you, will you let me live?”
“No. But your son and daughter won’t disappear into the black market.”
I’m expecting him to sob some more, but he doesn’t. “My wife?”
“She’ll be left alone.”
I hated that he would protect them. I wanted him to be the coward that beat Frankie to death and would throw anyone under the bus to save his own skin.
“Amanda, who runs the cage, paid me three grand to beat Frankie to death. She never said why.” His sobs grow louder. “Please.”
I push the rag back into his mouth and let the knowledge that Frankie’s life was worth three grand to someone sink in. Three grand.
I want to roar as I beat Michael into an unrecognizable lump of flesh. I stay quiet as I lose myself in the violence. I don’t stop until he no longer moves, and from his caved-in skull, I know he’s dead. Staring down at his body doesn’t give me the satisfaction that I honestly thought I would feel. Instead, the burn inside me seems to grow. I grab my jacket and leave the shed covered in blood. I keep the cap pulled down as I exit the side of the house and get into my car.
I drive to Woodview Industrial Park that had closed a long time ago. Taking my bag out of the car, I strip down naked and put everything into the car before changing into fresh clothes. I douse it in petrol and stay for a while as I watch it go up in flames. I stay until it’s half-burnt out before walking home with my bag on my back.
Amanda had set Frankie up. No doubt she had also rung the cops when I had stepped into the cage with Michael. She must have feared he might confess to stop me.
Taking out my phone, I remove the chip and snap it in half before throwing it into the river that ran alongside the walkway. Taking a fresh one out of my bag, I place it in the phone and set it up before sending a text to Paul.
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A squad car speeds past me, and I want to turn back and watch the horror unfold. The sick part of me wants to watch his family fall apart at his feet. I keep walking, each step bringing me closer to my home and also closer to Amanda.
Why would she want Frankie dead? It wasn’t a lovers quarrel. She swung for the other team too. It made no sense. Had he gotten into some bad shit? He must have.
The fresh gloves are filling with blood as I clench my fists. Drops seep through the stitching and leave a trail like bread crumbs behind me. I push my hands into my jacket pockets and walk faster as a fire engine roars past me. That didn’t take them long to find the car. It would be well burnt out by now. Most of it was damaged