Meekan tried to find something in the house to arrest me but the smug fuck didn’t find shit. I made sure when I took over living in Lorenzo’s house that the house was swept and there is no evidence of our involvement in our extra curricular activities. All the guns and firearms are stored in Stormsend atthe warehouses I acquired. They were all purchased under an alias and by shell companies that can’t be traced back to me.
The cocksucker and his buddies turned the house upside down. That shit didn’t bother me but the instant I went upstairs and saw the state of my sister’s bedroom I lost it. They fucking destroyed her sanctuary. This room was never touched, as I unintentionally made it a shrine. Even Lorenzo knew never to come in here, but now as I sit on the end of her bed with the fucking pendant clutched in my hand, I feel nothing but the fury and thirst for vengeance. I want to eradicate those sons of bitches from the world. I want Meekan, Masen, Steven and Frank begging for mercy. I want their screams to sound off the walls of my warehouse as I deal with each of them slowly and make them watch as I end their loved ones' lives right in front of them.
When they are barely breathing, I’ll drag her in there to see the mayhem I’ve caused. I’ll show her exactly who I am without needing to look into my eyes. Before her brother dies, I want him to hear her scream as I begin to carve the flesh from her bones so he’ll have the sound of her screams to keep him company on the way to fucking hell.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I look over at Cas standing there and raise a single brow in question as he knows not to fucking disturb me when I’m in here. When we moved in I told him he had free rein of the house and could go anywhere except for this room.
“You coming?”
“Where?” I snap.
“We have practice, then school. The game is this weekend.” I snap my head to the other side to look out the window and frown at the sight of the sun rising.
Fuck!
I lost track of time.
“Yeah, give me twenty to shower and change, then we’re out.”
“You need to fucking sleep, X,” he calls after me as I stalk past him.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” I call back.
Practice is grueling. Coach is pushing the team and even asked me for my help. I may not be in uniform but I’m on the ice in my skates with my stick in my hand. I look down at the spot where I shot Kellan and try to find a trace of his brains or blood. I find nothing. Those Denver King fucks must have cleaned the scene up after we left.
I snapped some pictures of the fucker and sent them to one of my guys so he could have them printed, then slipped into Masen’s bag while he was practicing. I want to be inside his fucking head before the game. I don’t like the idea of playing Somerset with one of their key players being taken off the board, but it is what it is.
Kellan Kyle fucked around and found out exactly what happens to motherfuckers who try to fuck with me.
“Devlin!” I snap my head and shoot Coach a glare that he ignores. “Brady is too heavy on his feet. He needs to be quicker or he won’t be able to block for you.” He says the last part quietly so no one else can hear. I grit my teeth and nod. The last thing I want to be doing is helping that fucking idiot, but if it means getting the W, then I’ll fucking suck it up. Before I can skate away, Coach grabs my arm. I whirl around and yank free of his hold with a scowl on my face.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me,” I hiss.
He raises his hands as if surrendering. “Devlin, you got talent and the ability to make it.” A sigh escapes him as he scrubs a hand down his face before continuing. “I’m gonna say this once. You have the talent but your attitude is shit.” I open my mouth to rip the cunt a new one but he pushes on. “I’ve seen pros with half the talent you have make it big. If you train hard and keep a clean record from now on, I might be able to pull some strings and get you a shot at the big league, kid.”
I stare at him in equal parts shock and apprehension. “What do you get out of it?” I snarl. “No one does me favors for free.”
He shakes his head in exasperation. “I already did you a favor years ago.”
I scoff. “I made the team on my own merit.”
“I sent a letter of recommendation to scouts to come watch you, Neave and Miles play. I pulled strings and used the contacts I have to get you a shot because I don’t want you to end up like your…” He clamps his mouth closed. I lean forward and get in his face.
“Father?”
“Yes,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “You could leave this behind.”
“Why would I want to?”
“Why would you want to stay?”
“It’s my home,” I sneer.
“You can make a new one.”
“Why the fuck do you care so much?”
“Believe it or not, kid, I actually care about you and want the best for you. Staying in Stormsend is a dead end. You will follow in your… family’s footsteps and waste your talent. I asked some friends to come to the game. No one else knows you will be taking the ice. Keep it that way or they will be making the long drive for nothing.” He spins and skates away, leaving me here staring after him, wondering what the fuck that was about andwhy he would fucking care enough to do something for me, when we all know he and I have never seen eye to eye.
