Page 4 of Vengeful Union

Jacob comes back, whistling the fucking theme tune toThe Twilight Zone. Arse.

I pass him the items in my hand and take the rat from him. “Bannon, Monty, Callen,” I call out. “I want you to hold him up, and make sure to keep him still.”

They don’t hesitate. They want revenge on this bastard for betraying them just as much as I do.

“No,” Jamie screams, jerking in his chains, trying to get away from the men holding him. “Please, don’t do this.”

“Jacob, use the glue on the plug,” I instruct, not letting his pleas disrupt me. I step behind the traitor, and the soldiers hold him up to ensure he’s still.

“You know what I find highly fascinating about rats?” I say to no one in particular. “They are intelligent, they always find a way to escape danger, and they do whatever they can to survive. They would betray their own if it meant they could survive,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Hold his legs up,” I tell them, and then push the rat into his arse. It’s a tight fucking fit, but the rat scurries up and seeks the warmth.

“No!” His screams rent the air, piercing, and filled with horror and pain. “Fuck! No, take it the fuck out,” he begs me.

“Plug,” I command, holding out a hand. Jacob doesn’t hang about and places the silver plug into my hand. I insert it into Jamie’s arse, blocking the rat from escaping.

“That rat is going to eat you alive from the inside out. There’s no way you’re going to survive this, but that rat sure as fuck will.”

My men watch the traitor in front of us squirm and grunt, as the rat moves up his anus canal.

“Please, Finn.Please. You know me. You know who I am. Please don’t do this.”

“You deserve this. You betrayed us,” I tell him.

“You’re setting an example,” Bannon says from behind me, his words hoarse. No doubt from witnessing this display.

“I am, but he did the crime…” I leave the sentence hanging and turn on my heel. There’s a phone call I must make. I need to ensure this bastard told the full truth.

“Gag the cunt. I don’t need to hear his squeals.”

As I walk toward the exit, I can hear my men murmuring.

“Christ, that’s savage.”

“Brutal. He’s a fucking maniac.”

“Don’t get on the wrong side of a Gallagher. Piss them off and you’ll face that crazy motherfucker.”

I leave the warehouse, listening to the muffled cries from the traitor, along with the praise and fear from the soldiers. All in all, a good fucking day.

2

Destiny

I’m roused awake by someone vigorously shaking me. Opening my eyes, I see my mom standing in front of me, her beautiful face marred with blood and bruising.

I sigh.

Dad.

God, he’s such a dick.

I’m not sure when my father started laying his hands on my mom, but I hate it. Everything I thought about my family is a lie. My father isn’t the doting husband he makes out to be, nor is he the loving father I thought. Instead, he’s nothing but an animal. One who doesn’t care whose toes get stepped on. As long as it benefits him, my father doesn’t worry about the consequences.

My cousin Georgina is the perfect example of that. He used her like a pawn; made sure she was the scapegoat. He knew exactly what he was doing. Georgina fell in love with Romero Bianchi, a major player in the Gallagher-Bianchi mafia family. When Romero got married to a daughter of a Gallagher Boss, Georgina lost her mind. She became unhinged. My dad used her love for Romero to kill Seamus Gallagher and kidnap Romero’s wife, Holly. He played Georgina, and she let him. She was blinded by her jealousy, so much so that she got to the point where she wanted her rival dead.

Dad added fuel to the fire by helping her; putting her in touch with his contacts, who he said would help. She had no idea that my father was behind it all. It was something I only recently found out. My father was bragging about the fact he was behind the death of the Boss of the Irish Mafia here in New York. Seamus Gallagher.

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