Page 58 of Unfulfilled Promises
“Whenever you are,” I replied and cut my eyes to James and Rhys.
Hannah was standing next to Rhys, and he linked hands with her, showing he was staying behind. James stepped up along with Booker, and the four of us walked to the back door. As we stepped inside, I could hear conversation coming from the other room and I let Regan lead as we moved from the living room into the dining room.
Lucian and Devlin were standing in front of someone in a chair with their backs to us and when they heard us enter, they both turned to look. They had the same blue flames burning in their eyes, and the resemblance to their father at that momentwas scary. They both saw Regan and her gun before they turned back to the person in front of them.
Devlin, being the madman he is, spoke to the person I knew was Giovanni Marcora, the soon-to-be dead man. “I guess it’s time for the lightning round of today’s questions, and for every question you refuse to answer, I’m going to take another digit. You have twenty between your hands and feet. I wonder how many I’ll have to take before you finally speak.”
The sound of someone spitting echoed through the room, and Devlin stood up and wiped his hand across his face. Instantly, he swung that hand and struck Giovanni in the face, forcing him and the chair he was strapped into fall to the floor.
It was in that position that the demented bastard noticed Regan, and he had the audacity to demand she release him.
“Let me go, you fucking whore. I swear, I’ll kill you for this,” he yelled, and Lucian kicked him in the stomach, causing him to vomit onto the floor.
I felt bad for what we were going to do to Hannah’s house, but something told me she would never step foot inside again. Glancing at Regan, I saw her head was tilted to the side as she watched Giovanni being manhandled back into his upright seat while he continued bitching about his treatment.
“You can’t do this to me. Do you have any idea who I am?”
Lucian leaned forward and asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m the head of the Syndicate and a very powerful man who can have you killed for this. Let me go and I’ll forget about all of this,” he boasted.
Devlin went to speak, but it was Regan who interjected. “You are the head of absolutely nothing, you pathetic piece of shit, and we both know it.”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re speaking to, whore? I should whip your ass for your disrespect.”
I saw red at his threat, but as I went to step forward, Booker placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Devlin and Lucian were still standing between Regan and Giovanni, while James observed from the side with an expression that was terrifying. I didn’t think Giovanni would be able to get to Regan, but I wasn’t going to take a chance. I shrugged my shoulder, silently demanding Booker release me, and he leaned over and whispered, “She’s safe. Watch her.”
Lucian and Devlin stepped to the side with James, allowing her to be directly in front of Giovanni. When he saw her gun, he laughed and asked, “What are you gonna do with that?”
She glanced at the three men beside her and then back to me before her eyes hooded and she cracked a smile. Fear shot down my back, and I was glad I wasn’t the one she was pissed at. Looking at Devlin, she asked, “Do you have a knife?”
Giovanni tried to speak, only for Lucian to punch him in the mouth, forcing blood to run down his chin. Devlin handed Regan a large knife that I recognized as a military Ka-Bar knife, which was ultra sharp and deadly. She handed Devlin the gun, took the knife , and stepped closer to Giovanni. I wanted to keep distance between them, but I wouldn’t get involved unless she needed me to.
This was Regan’s revenge, and it was going to be bloody.
“You asked who they were,” she said and used the tip of the knife to point at the Lenkov brothers. Giovanni refused to speak, but he turned his head to the side, disrespecting them. Regan chuckled, drawing his curiosity, and when he looked back at her, she stopped instantly. “Let me do the honor of making sure everyone is introduced. Giovanni Marcora, I’d like you to meet Sergey’s oldest sons, Lucian and Devlin Lenkov, but you might know him as Devlin Callahan, the madman.”
Giovanni’s eyes grew wide as he pushed back in his chair and shook his head in disbelief. “You’re lying. Sergey’s sons died years ago.”
“But they didn’t, you stupid, stupid man. You fell for Sergey and Kelly’s bullshit, just like everyone else did, and all the while, his true sons, his heirs, were here, dismantling his empire one brick at a time.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying,” he returned, trying and failing to look tough.
Regan looked at Devlin and asked, “Can you make sure he doesn’t move his arms?”
The madman’s eyes were alight as he replied with a simple “Yes” and stepped behind Giovanni’s chair, grabbing his arms and pinning them to the armrests. I watched in rapt fascination as Regan got directly in front of Giovanni and turned her back to Booker and me. Giovanni’s screams were almost instant, and James slapped a hand over his mouth.
Regan stepped away, and her fingertips were covered in blood as she held up a piece of skin decorated with a black tattoo. She looked at Lucian and asked, “Do you have the necklace?”
Lucian smiled as he reached into the cargo pocket of his black pants and pulled out a necklace with a small medallion hanging from it. Regan lifted the piece of bloody flesh in one hand and the necklace in the other. She leaned closer and asked, “Look familiar?”
She tossed the piece of flesh onto Giovanni’s lap as his head lulled down to his chest. Devlin gripped his hair and yanked him straight as Lucian wrapped his wrist to slow the bleeding.
“How many members are you recruiting?” Regan demanded, and Giovanni shook his head, remaining defiant. She slapped the side of his head, and he brought his angry eyes to her. “Where is Ricardo?”
“Fuck you, whore. You act so tough with all these men around you. I bet you fuck them all, like the whore you are, to get them to follow you around like puppies.” He laughed and spit blood onto the floor at her feet as he scoffed, “I bet they aren’t even Sergey’s kids. You’re just making a play for my money.”
“Your money? Jesus tap-dancing Christ, you’re delusional.” She got directly in his face and yelled, “There is no money! It was all a lie to keep you doing his bidding.”
