Page 132 of No Saint

But I stopped, glancing back at the view of the sea beyond the cliffs and then to the house, and for the first time in a very,very, long time, I felt like I was home.

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Iroll my neck back and forth, staring at the line of men in front of me.

I stop at one, cocking my head as I lean down to make myself eye level and grab his chin, “I paid for your sisters college tuition when you first joined me.”

“I’m sorry,” He blubs.

I snatch my hand away, and move to the next and then the next, stopping once more before scoffing, “How’s your mother, Tony?”

“S – she’s good.”

“Medication still working out?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And that health care debt?”

“Gone, sir.”

“That’s right,” I nod, “Because I paid it for you.”

“Sir, you have to understand–”

“You betrayed me. My trust, my family, my wife. And me.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Mistakes are deadly in this life, Tony.”

I step back as I stare out to the dark water on the dock. Somewhere far off a vessel horn bellows, drowned by the darkened sky and the rain that plummets from the heavens.

“Stand ready.” I order.

Each man raises their weapon behind the line of traitors. One man for each.

Safety catches click in unison.

“Fire.”

There’s a chorus of gun shots, all mingling into one loud boom that echoes through the container yard and then each body falls.

It wasn’t over.

Talon had found several leaks within my organization, sent me image after image, proof after proof of every single man that stepped against me and my wife. He’d hacked every system he could find, got me every image, document and footage his skills could supply me. And he now had a permanent job in my ranks and consistent money to give his family more.

He’d kept it under lock and key, like I’d asked. Followed leads and sniffed out the ones who had betrayed. If he had been just a day earlier, I would have found out it was Asher long before he had managed to inflict the damage.

I thought of it often. The blood on her frail body, the scream of her pain. It drove me forward, made me thirst for vengeance for her.

The bodies are kicked into the water, concrete blocks already tied to the ankles.

This had been going on for six weeks. They’d all run when they realized they had lost, even the ones who weren’t part of my organization. There were very few left now. It would take me a long time to finally punish them all.

“I’m going home to my wife,” I declare.

No one stops me and the next thing, I am speeding down the road, back towards my house where Amelia waits. It was late, she could be asleep, but that was okay.

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