Page 69 of Sweet Vengeance
It’s exactly what I tried to explain to Ollie. I don’t know if I did a good job, but it’s all so confusing and yet the most natural thing in the world. “I know…because you’re also mine, but not in the way he is. And I don’t want to be with you either.”
“Thank fuck.” He grins.
“Come on. It’s time to go,” Conan says, entering the room again and effectively ending our conversation, but there isn’t more we need to share, nothing more we need to say. We get us, and so far, Ollie gets us, and that’s all that matters.
“Fuck yes! Let’s do this!” Rory rubs his hands together and goes straight for the guns, with me right behind him.
*
The warehouse isin the middle of nowhere, tucked away in dense trees, giving us a perfect place to hide.
When we first arrived, we sneaked through the woods and met up with Finan, before spreading out, each of us finding a spot to watch the building close to our assigned entrance, which is where Rory and I are now, loaded up with guns.
Two other people arrive, and my whole body’s shaking and jittery. What if those motherfuckers leave? That’s not their typical Thursday night routine—it’s why we chose it;they’re always here all night—but what the fuck happens if something changes?
“You need to chill out. You know it’s bad if I’m the one saying it,” Rory tells me softly.
“I can’t fucking help it. I’m ready to get this shit done.” I want them all dead, not just the ones who hurt Ollie, but them more than the rest.
“Two minutes,” comes through the comms tucked in our ears.
“Looks like you got your wish.” Rory grins at me, his gaze sparkling with excitement that is contagious in these moments. It sparks my own.
We sneak to the building, my favorite Glock on my side, but for shit like this, we bring out the big guns, my military-grade assault in hand, the brace against my shoulder as I hold it up. The door is propped open—fucking idiots—voices coming from inside.
Rory holds up his hand, five fingers tall, then lowers them one at a time. Four…three…two…one…
I go first, Rory at my back as we slip inside.
There are two guys by the back door, sharing a joint. The second the first gunshots sound from the front of the building, they look up, eyes wide, and see Rory and me.
Pop, pop.I put two shots into the one on the right before he can even reach for his gun, and he drops to the floor. Rory takes care of the other, and then we’re moving through the building, weaving around the cars and fucking boxes of shit filling the damn place.
Chaos erupts around us—shouting, screaming, gunfire, people running and hiding.
A second later, I see the first guy—long brown ponytail—peeking from around a stack of crates. Everything else turns off as I go straight for him, not giving a shit what’s going onaround me. I’m not sure if I’m even breathing, if my heart is beating. The only thing fueling me is the rage, the hate I feel for the man who put his hands on someone who’s mine.
When he pokes his head out again, I shoot him in the arm. He cries out, dropping his weapon and clutching his bleeding shoulder. Before he can do much of anything, I knock him in the head with the butt of my gun, and the guy falls to the ground.
“What the fuck do you want? Take whatever you want.”
I grin, filled with this wild, dangerous energy I only get in moments like this. “Oh, I will. The problem for you is I want you dead.” I shove his gun away with my foot, then kick him in the gut. “The man you hurt, the one outside Eastman Pharmacy? He’s mine.” I kick him in the face, and he flies backward, blood shooting from his nose.
“It wasn’t our fault! He got into our fucking business.”
I shrug. “Yes, but as I said, he’s mine. He belongs to the O’Sheas, which means he can do whatever the fuck he wants.” I kick him again, the same way he’d done with Ollie, over and over and over again, until my vision blurs and I’m sweaty.
“Cil!” Rory’s voice breaks through, and then the shot flies beside me as he takes out another guy who was trying to creep up on me, and fuck, that was close. “End it. Now. Or I will.”
He’s right. I fucking lost myself. That’s not something I typically do. I’m able to place this shit strictly in the business category, but I can’t when it comes to Ollie.
Before I fuck up anymore, as he bleeds and begs, I put a bullet between his eyes.
“Watch your fucking back. I won’t lose you.” Rory hits me upside the head.
“I know…fuck. I’m sorry.”
I get Blondy too, and before I know it, we’re the only ones left standing. Finan took a shot to the shoulder. We’re allbloody and ragged, but we don’t suffer any losses.
