Page 40 of Ruthless Vengeance
Despite what she says about Ben, I can’t help but fear that she might come to regret walking away from him. If she does and he ends up dying at my hand…
My mouth goes dry as I think about losing her all over again.
“Where are we?” Ben asks from the back seat, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“My brother and I nicknamed this placethe slaughterhouse.” I glance over my shoulder at Ben. “You and I are going to have some fun.”
Ben keeps his expression neutral, but I notice the color slowly draining out of his face.
I flash him a grin before climbing out of the car.
“Time to go.” I grab Ben by the arm.
He grunts as I pull him out of the car, but that only makes me tighten my grip as I start to drag him forward.
When I catch him looking up at the warehouse, with its steel walls and heavy padlocked doors, his bravado finally starts to slip.
“Come on, man.” His voice is strained as I bang my fist on the heavy metal door. “You don’t have to?—”
A heavy chain clinks on the other side of the door.
When the door opens, I shove Ben inside.
The scent of old metal and concrete instantly hits my nose along with the faint metallic smell of dried blood.
“This him?”
I glance to my left to see a handful of my men waiting, all wearing identical looks of disgust as they eye Ben.
I figured this meeting could go one of two ways. Either I get to Ben’s apartment and kill him, or I bring him to the slaughterhouse. Whether to torture him or to simply use it as a holding cell, I couldn’t be sure. Which is why I decided to call ahead to make sure I had some of my guys here for backup.
I nod at Dom, the biggest of the lot.
“Get him in a cell. He’s not going anywhere until I verify what he’s saying.”
Ben stiffens. “Cell?”
I don’t answer.
Instead, Dom grabs him by the collar and hauls him down the corridor, disappearing into the darker part of the warehouse.
A moment later, a heavy metal door clangs shut, and I exhale slowly.
My day is far from over.
Turning my back on the rest of my men, I pull out my phone and dial Liam for what feels like the hundredth time.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he triples his prices just to try and get me to give him a break.
“You do realize you’re not my only client, right, De Luca?” Liam grumbles when he picks up the phone.
“I need confirmation on something. I need you to look into Cillian Moore. I’ve heard rumors he’s involved in human trafficking.”
Liam exhales sharply. “That’s a heavy accusation.”
“Which is why I need to know if it’s true. Can you do it or not?”
I’m not blind to the fact that if Liam gets caught looking into this, not only is he better off dead, but so am I. But I don’t have much of a choice. Not when I owe the man a favor.
