Page 70 of Niall

“Nothing to say? No weeping for your wife?”

“I have money. Contacts. Let me go, and I will never return. It was Heidi’s idea to take her again,” he begged.

It didn’t really surprise me he was blaming a dead woman for his decisions, or that he would plead for his life. The fact that he didn’t seem overly upset with her death was hardly a shock either. I doubted he truly cared for anyone but himself.

I looked at Roman. “Did you hear that? He’ll never return.”

Roman smirked.

I casually pointed my gun at his foot and shot it. He screamed, the sound music to my ears.

“That was for the mark on her cheek.”

He panted, bending in pain.

I looked at him with a grimace. I had planned on having Roman take him somewhere. Let him rot in a dark prison the way he did to Anna. Torture him slowly.

But now, I just wanted him dead so I could get to Anna.

She needed me more than I needed him to suffer for weeks.

I pressed my gun to his left knee and planted another slug in him. He screamed again.

“That was for her left hand.”

I did the same with his right knee, smirking when he could only whimper from the combined agony.

“That was for her right hand.”

Then I hunched down in front of him. “Know this, Juan. The woman you decided to take and break? You failed. I’ll make sure of that. I am going to love her the rest of her life. Watch over her. I will surround her in beauty. Drench her in happiness. While you’re writhing in the fires of the underworld, know she’ll be loved so deeply she won’t even think about you anymore. Your name will fade from her mind. You’ll be nothing but a bad dream. I’ll make sure of that.”

I stood. “Think about that as the devil finds you a special place in hell. Your name will be forgotten. You will be forgotten. And I’ll have her. Always.”

I pressed my gun to his head, meeting his eyes that were filled with hate. Rage. I smiled. “You lose, fecker.”

I pulled the trigger, and he slumped in his chair, no longer a threat. Unable to stop, I added a slug to the place where, biologically, his heart would beat—if he’d ever had one.

The impact knocked him over, and he landed on his back, blood seeping into the carpet. I felt nothing but satisfaction that he was dead. Only regret it hadn’t happened sooner.

Then I stepped back, ignoring the mess. If I could, I would have shot him all over again. Maybe that would be his punishment in hell. Reliving his death. It would be an appropriate way to spend eternity. At least in my opinion.

Roman met my eyes. “It’s done.”

He shook my shoulder. “Go. Anna needs you. We’ll finish here.”

“What are you planning?”

“Arson. The syndicate will have to rebuild.” He glanced around. “Too much evil existed here.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

He held out his hand. “Family,” he said simply.

I shook it.

“Family.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN