Page 182 of Broken Dreams

“And you,” she breathes. “Your life has been pathetic and uninspiring this entire time. Spinning your wheels, waiting for something better to happen, frustrated when it never did. I hope your soul is always unhappy and never finds peace while I’m living my best life with my pack. I wish you the worst the afterlife has to offer.”

Quinn yanks out the knife holding one of Sadie’s wrists, smirking as it flops at her side, useless. Quinn’s fingers tangle in the beta’s hair before she yanks her head back cruelly.

“Go to hell,” Quinn whispers in goodbye, choking back a sob as she slits her goddamned throat, the blood painting her body.

Breathing hard, she stops the knife, trembling as the adrenaline leaves her body. Linus isn’t fazed by the blood as he moves quickly to lift her into his arms.

“My brave girl,” he murmurs. “You’re such a badass, baby.”

Exhausted from the intensity of the emotions she’s been through as she trauma dumped, she rests her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to hurt anymore,” she rasps.

“Removing those who do that helps,” I murmur, ignoring the blood on her forehead as I kiss it. “Go rest, sweet girl. I have to handle a few things, run up to Slick Dreams with a team todismantle the club and get the omegas out. Is there anyone I need to be sure to spare from the staff?”

“No,” she says. “They’re all terrible people. By the time you get there, the club may be open.”

“I’ll use my best judgment,” I promise her. “Anyone you want me to definitely kill if they’re there as far as patrons?”

Linus and she share a glance before providing me a list of people who have hurt them under the guise of enjoying themselves. I memorize the list before nodding, sending them up to their nest.

Christian barely spares me a glance before following them.

“What else are you doing?” Callum asks, his eyes pulled after his heart. I know he wants to go after them, and I want to keep him from witnessing what I have to do.

“I need to speak to Dad,” I sigh. “He’s not going to survive the conversation, Callum.”

His lips press hard against each other before he nods sharply. “Good,” he mutters. “I don’t think I could do it, but he can’t be trusted. Fucking idiot. At least we have Ayla.”

Indeed we do. The sound of his footsteps stay with me even after he slams the door closed on the basement, as if it’ll help contain the nightmares that have been released.

I may not be able to stop them and I am definitely what goes bump in the night, but my compass will always point north for my family.

Walking to the secret door that hides in the wall in front of me, I push on the secret spot to pop it open. The light turns on inside from the wretched darkness that enveloped it previously, and I slip inside. For someone who is as large as I am, I can move fairly silently.

My father is blindfolded, tied up, and gagged in the chair he’s sitting in. His legs and arms are also bound, and I move over tosit in front of him, removing my gun from the gun locker next to me.

Everything is set within the perfect reach for me. There’s zero reason to feel guilt or remorse for the piece of shit weak excuse of a father and alpha in front of me.

“Do you know where Hudson Hughes is?” I ask, disguising my voice as I pull the gag out of my father’s mouth. It’s rough and hard, with a zero tolerance for lies.

“I…” Dad swallows hard, his voice sounding as if there’s shards of glass in his throat. I refuse to offer him water or any kind of treatment that may make him believe there’s mercy inside of me.

There’s not.

“He has a hunting lodge,” he whispers. “Whenever things get rough, that’s where he’ll disappear to. I wish I could say that I’m sorry, or make this better.”

Taking the safety off the weapon in my hand sounds incredibly loud, and he flinches hard. I’m not taking any kind of enjoyment from his fear, but I refuse to ease it either.

“You can’t though,” I rasp, no longer disguising my voice. “If you ever wonder where you went wrong, it’s when you chose him over my family, Dad. Quinn was always mine, and you tried to break her. I’ll never forgive that.”

He’s quiet as I raise the silenced weapon to his head and pull the trigger. The blindfold was as much for me as it was him. Killing him will follow me forever, seeing the acceptance when I did isn’t something I’m capable of surviving.

“Want me to clean this up?” Morris asks softly from the door as I take a ragged breath.

I’m surprised to feel tears collecting in the corners of my eyes as I nod. For some reason, I left the door wide open to the room. It was sloppy, but I was right to think that my pack wouldn’t come back down here because they’re with Quinn.

“Yeah, thanks,” I say thickly. Putting away my gun, I brush away the tears that escape with the back of my hand.

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