Page 29 of Biker's Dark Revenge

"There’s a safehouse, outside of Atwood," he blurted out finally. My ears pricked up.

"Keep talking," I ordered him, dropping my grip on his head to let him speak.

"Uh, I think it’s an old bottle factory?" he replied, furrowing his brow. "Some soda company that operated out of the city or used to. Lombardi has some allies who own that place, and they offered it to him once, if he ever needed it. That’s the only place I can think of he might have gone-"

I turned on my heel before he could say another word and whipped my phone out, planting it to my ear as I speed-dialed my boss.

"Chuck?" I greeted him. "Old soda factory, just outside the city. You know it?"

He paused for a moment, considering his answer.

"Shit, yes, I do," he exclaimed. "The King Pop company. I remember it. You sure that’s where he is?”

"That’s the best I’ve got for you right now," I replied. "Go check it out and tell me if the information’s good."

"Will do," he replied and hung up abruptly. I paced back and forth outside the room, listening to Olivio’s cries for help inside. I ignored them.

This was why I had left him alive all those years ago. It made sense to me now. Back then, I hadn’t taken the revenge I wanted because we needed him more now – needed him to bring an end to the suffering of so many women and girls around the city. But, if his information was good, I was going to snuff out his worthless little life once and for all – and, shit, I could hardly wait to make that happen.

My heart slammed against my chest as I waited for the callback. How long were they going to make me wait? I checked my phone repeatedly, silently urging it to ring, for Chuck to tell me whether this was over...

And then, finally, it did. My phone sprang to life, and I answered it at once.

"Chuck?" I barked expectantly down the line.

"We’re at the factory," he told me. "He’s here. We have him surrounded. The information was good – whatever you want to do to that fucker, Olivio, he’s all yours now."

A grin spread over my face. Now, that was what I wanted to hear. Lombardi didn’t have the men to fight off the Dogs who were coming his direction, and I knew Chuck was going to finish him on the spot.

Which left me free to take care of Olivio.

I pushed the door open again as I hung up the phone, and locked eyes with Olivio again. He struggled against his bindings, gazing up at me with fear in his eyes – the same fear I felt when I saw his car swinging around the corner towards my daughter; I remembered it all too well.

"I gave you what you wanted, right?" he exclaimed. "You can let me go now. Like you said"

"Do you really think I’m going to let you walk?" I taunted him, as I reached for the gun at my side.

"After what you did to my daughter, do you really think I’m going to let you walk?"

I lifted the gun and planted it against his head.

"Please, just give me a chance-"

"You didn’t give my daughter a chance," I growled to him. "You drove away and left her there to die. Who knows, maybe things would have been different if you stayed..."

I took a deep breath, steadying my hand.

"But you didn’t. And now, you’re going to pay for it."

And, with that, I squeezed the trigger.

Chapter Nineteen – Liana

I was waiting outside on the street when Lee arrived back – as though I could have just sat around the apartment, doing nothing, when I knew what he was up to.

This was it – he was going after Lombardi, and they were going to finish him. All they needed to do was get the information out of that fucking monster who killed his daughter, and there would be nothing left of the empire Lombardi made.

Kara was drawing with chalk on the sidewalk below us, doodling away like she didn’t have a care in the world. She was falling in love with art in a big way now, and I just adored seeing her lose herself to the work she seemed to take so seriously. She was my little Van Gogh – or whatever other artist was meant to be good, I didn’t know anything about it.

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