Page 73 of Hateful Union

“She became useless, she pushed Mayer too far, he no longer confided in her. He ended up hating her. So she had to go, then I found out that she was fucking that Irish prick and decided to send that bastard a message. So instead of burying the bitch, I gave her to him as a present.”

Harry grunts as he moves. “You stupid prick, Ashton. That’s why the Irish bastard wanted revenge. Fuck sake. This is why you’re not the boss. You have no fucking brain cells.”

“I managed to get Mayer out of the way,” he fires back, “Yeah, I put the word out that you killed Sofia Morales, and I knew what those brothers were like. An eye for an eye. They’d do exactly what I did to their sister. So I made sure that they knew where Raylee and Mayer would be that night. I knew that they’d take them both out. Killing two birds with one stone.”

Harry pushes to his feet. “You tried to kill my daughter?” His voice is lethal, like a whip. “You’re the one that put a hit on her, the reason that she was shot at when she was at Malcolm Gallagher’s club.”

“Of course, oh, how fucking stupid that bitch is. Falling for the Irish prick. Don’t worry, Harry, I’ll make sure she’ll see the error of her ways before she dies.”

“You’re not going to touch her,” Harry snarls. I’ve no idea how the fucker’s done it, but he’s standing and looking ready for a fight.

“You can watch, I’ve always wanted her, she’s fucking pretty. I’ll finally have her.”

Harry launches himself at Ashton and the two bastards start to fight. I ignore them and run into the room, my eyes glued to my woman hanging to the ceiling on a fucking hook. “Mo stór,” I whisper as soon as I reach her, Danny’s reaching for the hook as I take her weight. “Baby, look at me,” I demand.

She lifts her head and rage pulses through me as I take in her beautiful, bloodied face. Her nose is broken, her eyes are bloodshot, she’s got a fucking bruise on her temple. Fucking bastards, I’m going to kill them. “You’re here,” she whispers, tears shining in her eyes. She pushes her face into my chest and I feel her tears leaking into my shirt, soaking through the material.

“I’ve got you,mo stór,” I promise her and lift her into my arms once Danny has managed to unbind her.

“Love you,” she sobs, her limbs tightening around me. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Not your fault, baby.”

A gunshot rings out and Raylee’s body flinches against mine.

“Back the fuck up,” Ashton snarls and I twist my head to see that he has his gun pointed at Da and Christian.

I gently ease Raylee to the ground beside Bentley and as soon as I do, he pulls her into his body, shielding her. Once I know that she’s safe in her brother’s arms I move. Ashton’s so focused on my da in front of him that he doesn’t even realise the danger that lurks behind him.

My fingers grip his neck, there’s no way that I’m going to let this bastard live. If I do, he’ll not stop until he gets his wish and that’s Raylee dead. No one hurts my woman and lives to tell the tale. He starts to struggle for breath as I move so that I’m standing in front of him. His face red and puffy as he pulls at my hands, trying to make me loosen my hold.

I release him and the fucker drops to his knees. Without a second thought, my hand reaches into my pocket, my fingers curling around the knife that I have sheathed in there. I don’t hesitate, I swipe the knife out and slice through his throat. His mouth opens and he gurgles as blood spills between his lips and down from his neck. The life leaves his eyes within seconds.

I’ve killed countless people, none have been more satisfying as killing that bastard. He deserved it. Earned his death for what he’s done to Raylee.

“It’s over,” Da says, moving towards Raylee. “Is he alive?” he questions, his head nodding in the direction of Harry who’s lying on his front, head down and unmoving. A pool of blood seeping out beneath him.

If he’s alive, he’s barely hanging on. I don’t have much hope for him. I also couldn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t get to live. If he went to prison, I’d have made sure the bastard was shanked within a week.

Christian kneels beside the arsehole, his fingers at his pulse and with a shake of his head he lets us know that he didn’t survive the gunshot that Ashton inflicted on him.

I blow out a breath. Every fucker who’s part of this organization has been neutralised in one way or another. Anyone that’s been overlooked will be found and dealt with.

I look to Raylee, she’s pale as she leans heavily against her brother. Her eyes on me and she’s got a small smile on her lips as she presses her hand against the bump that has our baby in it.

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” I tell her, thankful that my tone is even and I’m able to breathe easier.

She nods, “And Bentley.”

“Yeah, baby, and Bentley.”

She’s safe that’s all that I give a fuck about. Never again am I going to let her out of my sight.

29

Raylee

“What the fuck?” Mal grouses as he steps in front of me. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

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