Page 15 of Ruthless Vengeance
Clara gives me a description, and I frown.
He doesn’t sound familiar, but I call out to Vince and pass on the information.
“Check the bodies. I want to find this guy.”
Vince gives me a curt nod before disappearing back into the main warehouse floor.
The gunfire has ceased, which means all of Tommaso’s men must be dead. But this is far from over, not when Cillian still has to call in his debt.
“Love, at least let me get you to the car while we wait for Vince,”
Clara nods, so I lift her up into my arms and press a kiss to her forehead.
Her body is still shaking, and it’s likely she’ll be in shock for a while, considering what she’s been through.
“I love you,” I murmur.
Clara’s lower lip trembles as she looks up at me.
“I-I love you too.”
“I’m going to need you to keep your eyes closed, love.” I don’t want her to see the bloodbath that waits beyond the door, andfortunately, Clara doesn’t need to be asked twice. She screws her eyes shut and turns into my chest as I make my way through the warehouse.
As I suspected, bodies are littered across the floor. There’s so much blood that it’s hard to tell how many of the men are mine, but I’ll get the numbers eventually.
Cillian will want a report, so Vince and Enzo will be doing the count.
Andre is outside, talking to the wiry guy that must be Cillian’s front man. Blood is spattered across his face, but he looks unarmed, which is a relief.
When he sees Clara, his eyes widen.
“She’s okay,” I mouth as I carry her to the waiting car Jax brought round.
I grab some sweats from the trunk, but Clara is trembling so much that I have to help her get dressed.
Once she’s settled in the front seat, I drape a blanket over her and turn on the heating to try and warm her up.
“Marco.”
I turn to find Vince stalking toward me with a scowl on his face. This can’t be good.
I shut Clara’s door. “Any update?”
“No sign of him, boss. He must have escaped when the shooting started.”
Fuck.
I grit my teeth. “Okay, have Jax see if there’s any security footage. I need to know where this guy went.”
Clara isquiet as I drive back to Westchester.
Every mile or so, I glance over to find her staring out of the window, lost in thought.
I wish I could know what she was thinking, but I also don’t want to push her to talk if she’s not ready. She’s been through hell and back in the last few days, and I have to come to terms with the fact that it might take her some time to trust me again.
But after a while, the silence feels suffocating, and the question slips from my mouth before I can stop myself.
“This other man… Ben. Did he do something to you? Is that what this is about?” The words feel like poison in my mouth, but I need to know, if only to decide how I’m going to kill this fucker.
