Page 53 of New Beginnings
“Her suffering is in your hands detective.” With a firm grip, I pulled her index finger back on her right hand, hearing a faint crack. She let out another piercing scream that echoed through the room before she lost consciousness.
“Who hired you?”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you what I know. Just leave my wife alone.”
“Talk,” I said.
I wasn’t making any promises to this motherfucker. He wasn’t in the position to tell me what to do. It didn’t have to come to this. But here we were and now he’d live and die with the consequences of his actions. And so would his wife.
“I was contacted by someone connected to a motorcycle club out in Las Vegas.”
My anger surged, causing my hackles to rise. I looked at Demon, and his eyes grew wide with surprise. We both had the same idea in mind. The only mc either of us knew that was out there was Sin City MC and there was no fucking way they would have anything to do with my wife’s death. My fucking cousin, Grimm was the president. My blood.
“What club?” I asked.
“I don’t know! They didn’t give me a fucking name.”
I punched him in stomach causing him to wheeze. “I swear, I don’t know, Stevens. Now let my wife go.”
“What did they ask you to do, and how did they get in contact with you?”
“I did a little work with the Bianchi’s and that’s how they got my name. They offered me fifty thousand dollars to off her. I gave, Earl and Keegan five grand each and kept the rest for myself.”
“I want a name, Abrams.”
Despite his wife being unconscious, I pulled another one of her fingers back, causing the bone to snap. A piercing scream escaped her lips.
“Please... please. I’m begging. Stop.”
But her tears didn’t faze me. Fuck her pleas. And fuck his.
“Name, Abrams! Now!”
“I was dealing with someone name Weasel!”
“From a motorcycle club in Vegas?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes! Now let my wife go, asshole. She had nothing to do with this!”
I chuckled as I moved to stand behind his wife. I jerked her head back by her hair, exposing her long, slender neck. I leaned towards his wife’s ear while never taking my eyes off the detective.
“I’m sorry that you have to pay for what your husband has done to my family.”
Her eyes widened. “Please! Don’t do this! I didn’t do anything!”
Ignoring her cries, I dragged the knife across her neck, slashing her throat.
“No! No!” Detective Abrams screamed, struggling against his restraints as he tried to reach his wife. “I’m going to kill you, motherfucker.”
I let go of his wife’s hair, feeling it slip through my fingers. Her body convulsed violently, accompanied by choking sounds that echoed throughout the space, as her airways filled with blood. I watched as Detective Abrams’s eyes widened in horror, unable to tear his gaze away from the tragic scene of his wife’s death.Tears streamed down his battered face, mingling with the blood and bruises. When her body finally went still, he shut his eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer.
I walked in between the space that separated him and his wife. When he looked at me, a smile spread across my face. “This is what happens when you take from me. When you take my family from me, I take yours.”
“You’ll never get away with this!” he screamed.
“Maybe I won’t. But at least I know you and everyone involved with my wife and son dying will no longer be walking this earth. See you in hell motherfucker.”
I pushed his head back, causing his neck to strain, and swiftly drove the blade beneath his chin. With each convulsion and jerk of his body, the light in his eyes grew dimmer, until it was extinguished completely. I pulled the knife free, feeling the weight of it in my hand, then wiping the warm, sticky blood off on my jeans before turning my attention to my brother-in-law.
