Page 106 of Ruthless Vengeance
Clara settles the girls in Andre’s SUV, and by the time the last one is buckled in, my chest is fit to bursting with pride and gratitude at what she’s done for these women.
I pull Clara into a hug. “You were right. They needed you.”
She reaches up onto her tiptoes to kiss me, the gesture quick and desperate as the clock continues to tick down.
“Be safe, Marco.”
“I will.”
“If anything happens to you…”
“It won’t,” I promise her, brushing my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek. “I’ll be in touch as soon as it’s done.”
With one last kiss, she disappears into the SUV, and they drive away, and I stand there, watching, until it’s completely disappeared from sight.
Only then do I turn and climb into the black van once again, readying myself for the final job on my list.
It’s time to finish this.
It’s time to take Cillian Moore down, once and for all.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
CLARA
I’m strangely calmas Andre drives us from the pick-up location to the safehouse.
The hard part is over for these women, even if they don’t know it yet.
From here, Andre and Marco are going to make sure that they never have to give up their freedom. But I can’t help but think of all the women and young girls out there who won’t ever be saved, who could potentially get caught up with very powerful men who decide to silence them once they’ve served their purpose.
I want to hit something. Someone.“It’s disgusting. That people want to treat other humans like this.”
Andre speeds along the empty roads. “Humans have no predators except for other humans.”
His knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, his powerful body practically trembling.
“I can’t help but think of all the other women who won’t ever get out. I mean, it’s all well and good taking out Cillian, but whatthen? What about all the other thousands of women and girls who will never be free?—”
I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to quiet the cracking that comes over my voice.
All I can see in my mind is Zoe, Holly, and Rosa. The thought of someone like Cillian taking them and selling them for his own gain makes my throat burn.
These girls were sold a promise of freedom, and I’ll be damned if I don’t help them walk away with just that.
“Don’t let this consume you Clara.”
“How can I not?”
“Because what you’re doing right now is enough. Every small action we take adds up.”
“It doesn’t feel like enough.”
Andre huffs a laugh, and I frown.
“What?”
“You sound like Marco.”
