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We’re stronger united.

“My men are looking for the kids trying to get them free,” I tell Lorenzo. “Help them get the kids out.” I then turned my attention to O’ Sullivan. “Vitali is looking for Azariel. He might need backup. Get to him.” He nods.

Then the giant blonde man that looks like a Viking, Benjamin steps forward speaking for the second time since he arrived alongside his cousin, Shaw. “What about the guest downstairs?”

“All of them are guilty of pedophilia.” Looking at every single man in the room, I say. “Let them all burn.” With that said, everyone runs in different directions, except Valentino. The big sap takes me in his arms and squeezes the hell out of me before releasing me. “You better come out of this building alive or I swear I’ll make your man’s life a living hell just to fuck with you in the afterlife.”

I snort. “I’m made of steel, remember?”

I tell him what he used to tell me when we were kids and he’d see me with a new bruise on my face. “Nothing can bring you down, Kadra. Remember you’re made of steel.”

Valentino walks backwards with a smile on his face. “That you are. Now go end this fucker before I find him and end him myself.” With that said he turns in the direction his brother and Lucan left while I go in search of Logan myself. I’ve been daydreaming of the time that I could face Logan Beauregard again and show him what he had a hand in making. What his cruel and inhumane actions cause.

The queen of darkness.

The Parisi boss.

Tonight, he’ll get to experience my anger and my wrath.

I’ve been saving that anger and hatred for the day that I could unleash it all on him.

That day is here.

My big sister’s words play on a loop in my head.

Someday is now.

Indeed, it is.

Chapter 38

VITALI

DARK TRUTHS AND PAINFUL LIES

“I never knew a love so real. A love that doesn’t hurt.” — K

Never in my life had I wanted to hurt someone more than I wanted to hurt that cockroach Beauregard. After looking everywhere, I could think of, I finally made progress when I burst open the last door on this floor to find the toughest motherfucker I know aside from my brother, Grim, tied to a chair with visible wounds on his face and his white tee soaked with blood.

Quickly making my way to him, I drop to my knees and work on cutting the ropes then I take off the duct tape from his mouth and the fucker doesn’t even blink. Anger simmers in his gaze. The fucking duct tape on his mouth was unnecessary, Grim refuses to speak but that’s something no one but me knows.

“Are you alright?” I look at his bloody face so he can read my lips but at the same time I sign the words. “Can you walk?” I snap, anger clouding my vision. Fuck. How did things go so wrong? What did I miss?

Grim signs, ’Yes’ then stands up most likely fueled with adrenaline. ‘It was Lennox. He was the one who let Beauregard’s men inside the mansion.’ Grim signs angrily and at the same time a door opens behind us and three men dressed as guards make their way toward us. Handing my gun to Grim, I turn back to the fuckers with both blades in my hands.

When they advance on us a shot rings out. Grim shoots one of them twice while I plunge one blade into the neck of the one who attacks me first. When that one is down with blood pouring from his wound, I feel a sharp pain on my right shoulder. But just as soon as that happens another shot goes off. Grim shoots the last bastard between the eyes, ending him.

Slow clapping catches my attention and that’s when I see a big tatted up fuck, a dead one in a few minutes, standing with my son. Raking my eyes over Azariel, I sighed in relief when I saw that he was unharmed. “Son.” I step forward trying to get to him when the stranger grabs him, roughly pulling him back.

“Call your dog off, or I’ll shoot your son.” The stranger snaps.

“Who the fuck are you?” I snap, putting both blades down just as Grim begrudgingly puts the gun down on the floor.

“Kick it toward me.” The fucker smiles yet the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. A feeling of familiarity kicks in when I take in his black hair and fair skin. Frowning, I tilt my head trying to figure out where I’ve seen this man before but I come up empty. I look at my son instead, trying to get him to look at me but he’s staring right through me as if he’s somewhere else. As if he’s somewhere that doesn’t hurt. That look in his eyes kills me. Pierces my heart causing the air to not reach my lungs. I sucked in a deep breath and whispered gently. “It’s okay, little king. This will all be over soon. Kadra is waiting for you. Greta as well.” I tell him almost desperately, trying to reach him. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Azariel. You’re safe now. I’m here.” I rasp, emotions choking me.

“Big promises.” The fucker laughs, drawing my eyes toward him. He seems angry now. Livid. Good, motherfucker. “You never did keep your promises, Tali.”

The air that I managed to suck in escapes me and I rear back as if I’ve been shot.

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