Page 85 of Downfall

“Let’s start the clean-up.” I say.

Back in the main section the men have been made to kneel. I walk up to them, wanting to see the shame in their eyes but it’s not there. I guess Ignatio knew exactly who to pick when he chose these men.

I take off my balaclava letting them see my face. None of them react. Not that I expected them too.

“Do you know who I am?” I ask

One of them spits in response. It lands narrowly missing the tip of my boot.

“I’m your worst nightmare.” I say pulling out my gun. It’s smaller than the assault rifles my men are carrying but that’s okay, my dick is more than big enough for me not to feel the need to compensate for it.

One of them snorts like it’s some sort of joke. I take aim, pulling the trigger and blast a hole through his knee cap. He cries out like a baby and it’s hard not to smirk.

“This isn’t a fucking joke.” I state. “I’m not here to play games. I know everything that’s gone on here so we can make this easy or hard. I want to know where the records are kept.”

“What records?” The man nearest me asks.

I tilt my head. We all know there are records. Ignatio is nothing if not meticulous. He wouldn’t have bought or sold a damn thing without a carefully maintained trail because in the end he would be protecting himself with it.

I pull the trigger, shooting through the man’s leg. He snarls, grabbing at the wound as his blood starts to pour out.

“Like I said I can make this easy or hard.” I state.

“Like fuck we’ll tell you.” Another shouts.

I roll my eyes before blasting his fucking head off. They need to know I’m serious and they need to know now. This place fucking stinks and while the victims are all being carted off I’m itching to get the fuck out of here.

“Alright. Alright.” One of the others says holding his hands up. “They’re at the docks.”

“What?” I reply.

“At the docks. There’s a container there. It’s all kept there.”

I smile. Ignatio owns half the docks, it’d be a smart place to hide them. It’d be a logical place too.

I look around at my men. Nodding once they all take aim and pull the trigger. Within seconds every last one is neutralised. I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel anything. These men deserved death for what they did. But I’ll save the real torture for the highers up.

And for Ignatio himself.

Once the last of the women are out we pour petrol all over the floor. All over their bodies too. I don’t care if they burn or not. I just want to make sure they get the message and more than that I want to ensure that this place can never be used again.

I stand staring as the flames lick the skies. The air is thick with smoke but it helps cover the rancid smell of human piss and shit that still lingers.

And when I’m certain the barn is destroyed beyond repair I get in the truck driving away, smiling at the thought of what Ignatio will do when he finds out because boy is he going to be pissed.

Rose

It feels like the city has finally moved on from gossiping about me.

I guess I should be grateful. Not every front page is dedicated to the revelations I made. Not every headline is screaming out in scandal about my marriage and what was really going on behind closed doors.

No, now the focus is on Roman. On his great return.

My stomach turns and I scowl at the thought. At the way he’s being treated like a god damn hero. Already women at the clubhouse are talking about how they want to date him, or get their daughter’s to date him. Apparently the fact he’s a murderer doesn’t make him any less appealing when the Montague fortune could be up for grabs.

I stay inside. Hiding mostly from the sympathetic looks I’m still getting but in reality I need to plan, I need to strategize. If I’m really going to make a break for it, I need to be prepared. I need to have everything ready so the minute the money hits my account I can cut and run.

I won’t be outsmarted this time.

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