Page 29 of Affair
Oh, and he caused it.
“I know. I served with him. We know what he took, and we want it back. My suggestion is to tell us, or bad things are going to happen.”
Liam had no clue what he was talking about. Legitimately, this was befuddling him.
“Where are his things? Where are the things from when he was in Afghanistan?”
This made no sense.
“We don’t have his things,” he said.
To prove they weren’t playing around, the man next to Penelope shot her in the head, and let her body drop to the ground at his feet.
The sound of the bullet echoed through the barn.
Liam gasped.
“PENNY! NO!”
Only, it was too late.
She stared blankly at him with that deathly stare. The lights were no longer on, and she was no longer home.
The man began fighting to get to his wife when the bigger man stopped him.
“I wouldn’t waste our time. Your son was sent back with his possessions after he died in Afghanistan. Where the fuck are they?”
Liam knew.
Only, he had to protect Poe. After Hemmingway had died, and Poe came back that last time to England, he’d shipped all of his brother’s things back.
He’d wanted to be close to his brother, and to be able to see him when he looked at them. So, they let him have them. Now, he was definitely not ratting his son out to these murderous bastards.
He wiped his tears.
“He was buried with most of them. The rest, we gave away,” he said. “We only kept his medals. He was buried in his military uniform.”
Poe would have to carry on once he was dead. Thank God he was safely tucked away in the United States. These animals wouldn’t find him.
That was their only chance.
He was the last Seville.
The only part that upset him was that he would have to come home and take over for them, and put them to rest.
Liam knew there was no doubt that he wasn’t surviving this.
Call it a hunch.
Oh, that was not the answer he wanted, and if the man wasn’t helpful, he was deadweight.
“That’s a pity,” he said.
Then, he shot Liam five times in the head, chest, and torso.
At the very first bullet, Liam died instantly, much like his beloved Penelope.
As he laid on the ground, the men stood there.
