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We march toward the two separate stalls where we’ve kept them. Fionn pulls a bloody Isaac out of the barn, while I have the pleasure of dragging Jerry by his foot, making damn sure his face greets the hay and dirt as I take him to join his father.

They’ve been in the same clothes since they got here. We’ve hosed them down to clean them off, of course. But that’s all they got, and that’s only ’cause I don’t wanna smell them.

“Sit him up.” I gesture my head to Isaac, and Fionn forces him up as he groans in protest.

I kneel before him, tilting his chin so he’s looking at me. He snarls, his nostrils widening.

“Nothing to say? Not even to beg for your lives?”

His mouth curls. “Go f-f-fuck yourself.”

I inhale a calming breath as I straighten to full height. “I’m gonna make you watch your son die. Then I’m gonna kill you.”

Cillian hands me a knife, and I fall to my knees before Jerry’s body. The tip of the knife nears his throat, and he trembles.

He should be scared.

“You remember what you did to her? Because I will never forget.”

Before he can bother saying a word, I rip his stomach open, fucking blood everywhere. His screaming only makes this more satisfying. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve ten grams of coke, fitting it into his abdomen.

His father gasps, knowing fear for the first time, I’m sure. I slice the baggies open and let the drugs seep into his veins.

He will die slowly. Painfully.

I can’t fix what’s been done to her. But I can do this. And even this doesn’t feel like enough.

Grabbing Isaac’s wrists, I slice open his arteries and lay him next to his son. When they’re dead, we’ll cut them up and take them to Jersey and let Konstantin’s pigs have at ’em.

“Let’s go home,” I tell my brothers. “We’ll take care of the bodies tomorrow.”

“Shit. I need a shower.” Fionn sniffs himself.

“I need food,” Cillian throws in. “Got any at home?”

“Yeah, actually, I do.” I laugh. “Elara made enough for an army.”

CHAPTER 44

ELARA

ONE WEEK LATER

It’s been a month since Gran’s death, and I’ve slowly come to terms with who she was to me and who she was to everyone else who really knew her.

I don’t think I ever truly did. Didn’t know Grandpa either, I suppose. But I can’t allow those things to eat away at me.

I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive her for Mom or what she did to Tynan. I could’ve forgiven almost anything else, but not that.

She took Mom from me, and she wanted to take Tynan. She knew she’d die for it, but she wanted to make him suffer too. In turn, making me suffer. How do I forgive a woman like that?

Grandpa still lives with us, and I don’t want him to go. I can’t do that to him, not when he’s like this.

Tynan has been amazing through it all, giving me everything I need: someone to listen, someone whose shoulder I can cry on. He’s always there for me.

My throat tightens as I clear it, laying red poppies on my mother’s tombstone while Brody and Tynan wait for me a few feet away. My heart still misses her. Still aches for her. Still wishes she was here to meet my family.

The stabbing pain in my chest will never go away, but I’m at peace now. As much as I can be. Tynan not only killed Jerry and his father, but he found the evidence Jerry held over me and made sure all traces were destroyed.

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