Page 23 of Fractured Heart

Xander

I stand here feeling broken, devastated, angry and… I can’t even explain how I feel after hearing that.

“You want to know the worst part, they tied me to that table and raped me beside my son’s lifeless body. They didn’t care I had just given birth, they took me harder than they ever had but the worst was Karl, rather coming inside me he pulled out and jerked himself off and came all over my innocent baby's corpse. For three days I was chained to that table forced to stare at the decomposing body of my baby boy. I can still smell his rotting flesh and every time I close my fucking eyes I relive that night.”

“Doxy–”

She cuts Trey off before he can finish. “The other’s families will not be harmed but I will kill Donald, Fin and Nolan’s sons,” she vows. Trey closes the space between us and comes to stand beside me.

“And what about Karl’s only living heir, will you kill me too, Doxy?” he asks.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “No, unlike the other three’s sons, you don’t appear to rape women but make no mistake, if I have to use you to get to your father, then I will. I feel nothing because I have lost everything.”

I run my gaze over her and take in the way she is looking and then it hits me. “You haven’t complained once since we have fucked you about us not using a condom because they did more then take your son from you, didn’t they?”

Her eyes burn with a look I can’t decipher. “Yes, the day they came and removed my son’s body from the room they had a team of doctors and nurses. They had a surgery performed and removed all my reproductive organs. I can never have children.” I stumble back a step as Trey gasps and attempts to reach for her but she bats his hand away. “I don’t need your fucking pity!” she roars.

“What do you need then?” he asks her.

“Revenge,” she snarls before she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Trey tries to go after her but I hold him back.

“Let her sort through what’s in her head alone for a minute,” I say as I release him and drop down onto the edge of the bed, covering my face with my hands. I’m man enough to admit I’m fighting back fucking tears. I wanted all these Irish fucks dead for fucking with the Re Della Strada but after hearing what Wave has gone through, I want to drag it out. I want to play with them and make them scream!

“She stopped being Waverly Bronson after her son died.” I snap my head up and look at Trey. He looks dazed out and caught up in his own thoughts as he stares at the wall.

“What?”

He slowly turns his head to me with the same dazed look in his eyes. “She became Doxy Da Luca because in her mind, Waverly Bronson died the night her son did.” I stare at him in shock, is that the real reason she has stopped being Wave?

“How do you know?” I mutter. He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts and focuses back on me.

“If you had to witness what she did would you not be wishing that God would kill you too?”

“I don’t believe in heaven and hell, once we’re dead that’s it”

“Don’t ever say that shit in front of her!” he scolds.

I glare at the fucker. “She knows how I feel about that shit.”

“Yeah, well start changing how you feel about that shit because she had a kid, Xander, a fucking baby that was murdered. She thinks if she dies now she will get to be with her son. You are not going to take away that hope of being reunited with her son from her, do you hear me?” I mull over his words for a minute and nod my head stiffly. If she needs to cling to the hope of an afterlife to get her through then so be it. “We should go find her.”

I follow after him but remain lost in my own head, unable to think of anything else aside from what she disclosed. What she went through would break most men, fuck that shit would break highly trained soldiers. How the fuck she still finds the will to live is beyond me.

Trey and I search for her for nearly an hour, returning to our cabin tired and pissed off, Trey follows me down the hallway and when I push her room door open I pause in the threshold, the bedside light is on but no one is in the bed. I creep further into the room with Trey right on my ass and the both of us still at the sight of her asleep on the ground in the corner of the room with no blanket or pillow and only wearing my shirt.

Fuck!

I turn to Trey to find a horrified look on his face. He came to the same conclusion as I did. She’s mentioned bits and pieces about her time with that cunt and one of the things was never being allowed to sleep in a bed. Ever since we arrived, I could tell the bed was untouched but never paid it much thought until now.

“I’m gonna kill them all,” he grits out through clenched teeth. I grunt my agreement, they will all die painfully and slowly for what they did to her and her child.

“If you harbor any feelings toward your father or have an issue with what is going to happen to him, you need to leave now because he won’t make it out of this alive. I give you my fucking word on that.”

He’s quiet for a moment as he moves around the room and snags a throw blanket from the end of the bed and gently lays it over her. I motion for him to follow me out of the room and lead him into the kitchen where I grab two beers from the fridge and offer him one. He nods his thanks before taking a long pull. I do the same and down half the fucking thing, if there was anything stronger I would be shotting that shit. I place my bottle down on the counter and level Trey with a look. He sighs and runs a hand down his face.

“I have no reservations about Karl dying or the end of the SOCG.”

“Then why take so long to answer?”

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