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“How many times have you made Serena cry?” I ask. I can tell I’ve thrown him off as he staggers back. “C’mon. You’re a big man. I’m sure you jacked off your little mess of a dick thinking about the times you cheated on your loyal wife.”
“Loyal? Please! She’s practically a prostitute. She might as well be selling her pussy!”
Lorcan moves away from Franky for a second, and my boss comes to stand by me. His teeth have blood coating them, and his knuckles are covered in blood. He looks pissed, but it is the wild look in his eyes that makes me pause. “Give him a second.”
Lorcan punches Connor in the face, making his head fly off to the side. “You rat mother fucker. You’ve been stealing from me?”
“Armando let me know some things,” Franky murmured. “I figured Lorcan would want to know before he got burned to the ground.”
Serena still has the gun pressed to her head, and I charge at Connor to push him away from her. He falls against the floor with a thud. My fist pummels against his face with satisfying crunches repeatedly. Each time I bring my fist down, I’m letting go of another demon. Blood pours out of the open cuts on his face, covering me as I split open his face.
“All right!” Franky yells, pulling me off him.
“Max!” Serena cries.
Looking down at her deceased ex-husband, and then back at my woman, I wish shame flowed through me. The only thing I felt was relief. If I could rid Serena of all her monsters, I would live a happy life.
Covered in that dip shit’s blood, I begin to untie my woman. Joey ambles in with Armando, Mario, and a couple of Lorcan’s men. Lorcan’s fate is still hanging in the breeze as I consider my options. I can’t have my woman watch me kill two people in one day.
Once she’s free, she collapses in my arms. She’s rigid at first, almost like a stiff doll. “Baby,” I mutter in her ear. “I’m so fucking sorry. I will make it up to you. I promise I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you for letting you down.”
She shakes for a couple of minutes, until her body becomes pliable. Serena curls around me and holds on tight. “You came for me,” she whispers. “How did you know?”
“Fuck, sweetness.”
Lorcan mutters under his breath and then points to another part of the warehouse. “If we’re going to have story time, moveher over here. My daughter is strong, but this is too much for her.”
“Now you want to be a dad?” Serena snaps.
Chapter
Serena
As the smoke clears, the pain in my head intensifies. Connor’s gun jams harder into my temple. “You stupid fucking slut,” he hisses. “If you had just been a good fucking wife before, none of this would have happened. If you had just stayed here, I wouldn’t have to do this. Stupid fucking whore.”
The gun hits me harder against the back of my head and then resumes its position. “That loser is just using you to kill your father. He doesn’t love you. How could he? You’re just a whore. Did you know he couldn’t keep his last girlfriend safe? She died. Adam killed her, just like he almost killed you. Max is a dumbass loser who you let between your legs.”
My head swims with the information he has given me. My poor brain is struggling to keep up with everything. With my thoughts muddying, I feel the butt of the gun hit me again. Connor’s verbal assault continues.
“He knew all about Adam. He knew he was going to rape you. He knew he was the stalker, and that’s why he was in your house. He fed him all of that information. All the cameras installed in your home had their feeds directed to Adam’s phone.” His words are scathing as he hits me with spittle. I’ve been at the receiving end of his brutality before, but this is something different.
“You’re going to watch Max die, you dumb whore. Then I’m going to kill your father. Then I’m going to kill Amanda. Then we’re going to get back together since you are the eldest McGuire.”
I’m shaking in the chair with my heart beating too fast in my chest. My breathing is choppy while my future passes in my mind’s eye. This is going to be my life. There is nothing more for me.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Just kill me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You never wanted me. Just kill me.”
“You are worth more as a shell than you are dead,” he growls in my ear.
I cry out, but then I see Max walking through the smoke. I must be dreaming. I squeeze my eyes in hopes of ridding them of the haze from the smoke. Is this a dream? Did Connor finally kill me? If so, I’m okay with it. I welcome death.
