Page 5 of Vengeful Reign

“Thank you. Don’t release him until I arrive personally to pick him up. Understand?” I informed the woman on the phone.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” I end the call and then find the fucking detective up my ass. “Excuse the fuck out of you. Are you here to fuck me, or is there a reason you’re breathing down my neck?”

“Who were you talking to?”

“None of your damn business. Are you done here? I need everyone off my property already.”

“You don’t tell me what you need done. This is a major crime scene, Mr. MacNamara. It seems you don’t give a shit what happens to your little brother. Did you have something to do with his kidn…” He can’t get the words out because my handis around his throat, cutting off his air supply as I lift him off the ground.

“Jack, drop him. Fuck, he’s a cop.”

“I don’t give a fuck. He’s trespassing. He’s a piece of shit who’s probably working with the kidnappers, and he dared to insult me.” I glare at the fuck. “Getting hard to breathe?” The other cops don’t move in even though they reach for their guns, but my men all have their hands on their weapons as well. I’ll have everyone laid out in seconds.

“Do try something, and this place will be a round motherfucking two bloodbath. Don’t come back on my fucking property again, you useless piece of shit in a cheap suit,” I snarl, dropping the fuck on the ground. “I’ll find my brother myself, and if I find out that any cops helped in getting my brother kidnapped, I’ll make sure there will be hell to pay.”

I turn to Johnny B. “Get these assholes off my land. I have to find my brother.” There was a lot to discuss, and I couldn’t do it with cops around being nosy. I had an idea of who was involved, but it wasn’t the time or the place to have that conversation. “Connor, we need to speak in private.” He nods and follows me alone.

Chapter Two

Jack

I stormed into my palatial home after checking that my security was still intact, going straight to the bar in my office to pour a glass of whiskey. My brother follows suit, and we drink them down while my mind whirls with questions. Who the fuck would do this?

“We need a better look at the cameras.” I know they attacked all the entryway ones, but they didn’t go for the ones that reach the path toward my house. Connor’s house is next, down the road from my father’s, so they didn’t go that far down. They took my father’s house, cutting every signal in the way.

I hit the enter key on the computer, waiting for the fucker to wake up, and then I enter my code. Once I’m in, I slide down the panel to the large ninety-inch flat screen that is equipped to display ten 4k-quality split screens at any given time. My alarm went off at 1:22 in the afternoon, so I loaded the time code to 1:20 and focused on the exterior. My brother and I are the only ones I trust enough to view this.

As we take a seat in front of the large screen, I hit play and allow everything to unfold. We both do our best to hold it together as we watch our comrades explode in front of our eyes. The guards at the front gate go flying. They were completely unaware of the explosion headed their way. Both men were taken by surprise.

“Fuck,” Connor snarls, slamming his whiskey glass down.

“Pay attention.” Three large white vans speed through the gates, riding over the mangled, burned remains. As they do, several of my men run from their locations with guns ready,armed for war, but they were unprepared and the guys in the white van jumped out with full-autos, unloading them. Three more of my men fall. One of the vans rides straight past the chaos and to my father’s door just as the cameras go off.

“Switch it to the one from my driveway.”

“I know what the fuck I’m doing.” Double checking the time stamp, I switch to camera number five, and I get a different angle. It shows the van pulling up to our father’s home and five armed men covered from head to toe storming the residence. Moments later, my father and my brother are sneaking out a back entrance with the nanny, trying to go around and head toward the other houses, but they’re spotted.

My father is shot, and the nanny fights them, but there isn’t much effort in it. My little brother is gagged while he continues to fight them before he goes limp. We spot the cloth over his mouth and know they drugged his little ass. Son of a bitch.

“Those bastards.” My father gets up and attempts to fight, but they kick him twice before popping him on the shin and then driving off with the nanny and my little brother. I crush the glass in my hand.

“Son of a bitch—what are you doing? There’s enough blood loss around here.” We both move quickly to clean up the damn blood, but honestly, I don’t give a shit because I need to figure out who these assholes are and why they took my brother after killing half my guards and leaving my father for dead on the damn front steps of his home.

“Do you think they’ll be calling us for a ransom?” Connor questions as I rinse off the blood in my kitchen sink. The shit isn’t too bad. I have a small cut from a shard that dug into my palm.

“Boss, is everything okay?”

“Yes, Johnny. I got a little pissed. Get the medical kit from the bathroom.” He nods and leaves.

“They have to want something from us. There’s no other damn reason to have stolen John.” My head spins from the rage. I want to crush a motherfucker’s head now.

“Could you stop fucking clenching your fist? I’m trying to clean this shit up.” He wraps a kitchen towel around my hand, but I’m not concerned about anything other than my vengeance. It’s already consuming me, filling me up, darkening my already cold heart.

“Sorry. I want to kill someone.”

“And you will. Do you think it has to do with the deal this afternoon?” Johnny comes back through the kitchen door with the kit.

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