Page 21 of Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 6)

At the information, Herbert went pale as a ghost and started sweating like a pig. “Look… I didn’t mean to… Mia… She’s my niece, and I just…”

James shook his head in the negative. “I don’t want to hear your fucking pathetic excuses, Herbert. In fact, I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you except for your screams.”

Herbert shook his head as fear overwhelmed him. “You… can’t… kill… me,” he stammered.

James put his finger to his lips as an indication for Herbert to shut his trap.

Herbert obediently nodded as his eyes flickered toward the exit. Of course, both James and Matt noticed and knew what he was up to.

Suddenly, Herbert made a mad dash toward the door. Matt, however, smoothly intercepted the man and sent his fist flying into Herbert’s face again, sending him staggering backward and hitting the wall. James charged forward, and with a cold rage that had been simmering within him since he had found out Mia had been kidnapped yesterday evening, began beating the shit out of Herbert, who begged and cried for his life.

Once James had enough, it was Matt’s turn, and by the time Matt had enough as well, Herbert was sprawled on the concrete floor, a bloody mess. He barely looked like a human being, and it was doubtful anyone would recognize him now, considering the condition of his face. There were probably a few broken ribs as well as limbs for sure.

“I’m… sorry,” Herbert murmured. “I’m… sorry… I… I… did… those things… to… to… Mia… An… Andy… I’m… sorry. Please…. mer… mercy… Have… mercy. Sp… spare… life…”

James’s face was a dark mask as he took out his gun and pointed it at Herbert. He said coldly, “You didn’t spare a thought for Mia’s life, did you? And you beg me to spare yours? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” With that, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet buried itself into Herbert’s forehead, killing him on the spot.

As Herbert fell back, dead, Matt said, “Fuck! I wish I was the one to pull that trigger.”

His eyes still dark with rage, James said, “We better get going.”

Matt nodded.

As they came down the stairs and toward the main warehouse, Cole met up with them. James knew that Cole had sorted Sophie, and damn, but the man looked rather satisfied, unlike James. Fuck, he wished there was more he could have done.

“Clean up the mess, Cole,” James said.

“Roger that, boss,” Cole said. “Err, is Miss Donovan safe?”

James nodded. “She’s safe, Cole. Thanks for your help.”

Cole sighed in relief at the information and nodded in appreciation. “No worries, boss.”

James and Matt then headed out the door whilst Cole called for his men for cleanup.

Chapter 10

Mia

I was cuddled securely in Andy’s arms when the sound of a gunshot echoed from the distance, which was followed by this dreadful silence descending upon us. I knew instantly that James had shot Herbert Weston dead, and without a doubt, I felt relief. I knew it was inappropriate to have this sort of feeling when a man’s life was taken from this earth, despite the fact that man had caused so much pain, but I couldn’t help it.

Herbert Weston was dead, after all. The man who had tormented us was gone forever. He could no longer hunt us down and hurt us, and God, I felt that was a blessing.

I clung to Andy tighter as he, too, tightened his arms around me. I felt we were comforting each other after all we had been through together. Of course, I didn’t know how Andy felt about Herbert finally being dead.

Is he feeling this same sense of relief?

He was free from this dark evilness that kept chasing after him no matter where he went.

I didn’t know, and I raised my gaze to his. When I saw the expression of sadness mixed with relief displayed on his face and tears in his eyes, I too felt tears brewing in mine.

He rested his forehead against mine and said softly, “He’s gone, Mia. He’s gone, and he won’t hurt us anymore.”

I nodded in agreement as he hugged me tightly.

It was a bit later when I saw James and Matt come out of the building. I saw them not as a pair of dark billionaires who ran Vegas and ruled the underground world with an iron fist, not as the head honchos who fought and killed without mercy, but as heroes who had saved my life.

When they came toward me and Andy, I felt my heart melting for them, especially James, my savior, my lover. My hero.

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