Page 75 of Vengeful Union

“Cian, you should have come to one of us instead of following that prick’s lead. Had you done so, we would have set you straight,” Makenna explains to him, though I don’t get why she is. The fucker doesn’t deserve her kindness. “Instead, you did the inexcusable.

“I took Dante’s advice into consideration, but ultimately decided you deserve to be taken out just as all the other traitors are.” She walks behind him, the knife firmly in her hands. “Rest in peace, brother,” she whispers as she slices the knife across his throat.

Within seconds, he’s dead. The room is filled with silence. What is there to say? He didn’t deserve the remorse Makenna gave him. Hell, if I had been the one to kill him, he’d have suffered a hell of a lot more than he did.

“Denis,” I say, knowing that what I’m about to do isn’t going to be pretty, and I’m not sure if Makenna will want to do it. “Hold his head,” I instruct.

Denis strolls toward us, a smile on his face. “I’d be fucking happy to,” he growls, and takes Patrick’s head in his hands.

Together, we pry his jaw open. Dante joins us and uses the pincers to hold out his tongue. Patrick’s eyes are wide as his body jerks on the chair, while Killian uses the blowtorch on the shears. We don’t want Patrick to die too quickly. What I’m about to do is going to hurt, and I’m fucking glad.

“There’s absolutely no escape for you,” I tell him, as I take the shears from Killian and use them to cut through his tongue. It takes a while; the muscle is tough, and the fucker keeps moving. Inconsiderate bastard. Now I’ve got blood on my shoes. I finally tear the bastard thing away, then drop part of his tongue to the floor and smirk with satisfaction when I see the heat from the blowtorch has cauterized the motherfucker’s tongue.

Dante grins “Now that’s what I call karma.”

“I’m nowhere near finished,” I announce, and Pat’s eyes widen with fear. “Taking your tongue was for being a traitor. What happens next is for what you did to my woman.”

With Denis still holding his head, I carefully slice down the side of his face, giving me enough scope so that when I flay him, the skin will be easier to peel away from the tissue and fat.

He cries out, the sound muffled because of the blood and lack of tongue in his mouth.

“No one gives a fuck what you have to say,” I growl. My anger is at the forefront. I’ve held it back for long enough. Pushed it to the side. But now… now I get to unleash it. To let him have everything I have in me.

I reach for the rounded knife I carry and focus on taking his skin from his face. “This is your worst nightmare,” I whisper into his ear so only he can hear me. “You made her relive her fear, now you’ll suffer from yours. The only difference is, I’m going to kill you, Patrick, and there’s no one here who will save your sorry arse.”

I recall the time he told me this would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. We were watching Batman, and Two-face came on. He said that was his biggest fear—to be disfigured; to have the skin from his face taken off. He’d have died a hell of a lot easier than this if he hadn’t gone after Destiny. He wouldn’t have suffered as much as he’s about to. That’s all on him. He should never have touched her. That was his ultimate mistake.

He went too far, and now he’s paying the price.

It takes at least forty-five minutes until I finish peeling the skin from half of his face, leaving him looking somewhat similar to Two-Face. His nerves and muscles are exposed, showcasing just what our skin is hiding from the world.

“Jesus,” Liam mutters. “I thought the rumors were exaggerated. Bloody hell, boy, remind me not to get on the wrong side of you. Anyone who does is out of their fucking minds.”

I hear the low chuckles. It seems as though everyone’s losing the tension they had when they stepped into the room.

“Finn, boy, you’ve had your fun. Now’s the time to end it,” Granda commands.

I grit my teeth. I’m far from fucking finished, but the king has spoken. I’ve made my point. This motherfucker has received the same fear he gave Destiny when she went hurtling into that fucking water.

“I’ll see you in hell, bastard,” I snarl at him, then thrust my knife into his chest and violently twist it. He makes gurgling sounds, so I twist it once again and the fucker falls silent. I pull my knife from his chest, and once again, splatters of the cunt’s blood land on me.

I turn to face my family, all of whom are looking at me without fear or repulsion. This is who I am, what I’m capable of, and there’s a hell of a lot more where that came from.

“It’s done,” Granda says. “Tonight, we breathe a sigh of relief. Tomorrow, we deal with the news that brought me here.”

The atmosphere in the room skyrockets. What the fuck now?

“Go,” Granda tells us. “You all have women waiting for you, worried for you. It’s time to leave. But I’m proud of you all. You handled that with greatness. Every single one of you.” He moves toward the door, not letting anyone say a single word to him.

“Finn and Denis, go shower and change. We’ll deal with this,” Dante tells us, and I realize I’m not the only one who’s covered in blood.

“Once we’re ready, we’ll go and see Destiny. She’ll be glad to hear this is all over,” Makenna says with a grim smile. “We’re going to have to talk to the men, explain what’s happened.”

“They’re going to be pissed.” Just thinking about how they’re going to take it infuriates me.

“That’s an understatement,” Danny says. “But they’ll know we’ve taken care of the problem.”

Too fucking right we did, and we’ll continue to do so. No one betrays this family and gets away with it.

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