Page 110 of Little Deer
Rori looks at him, and my stomach tightens at the regret and sadness in her eyes. I don’t have a good feeling about this. “Just handle her. The women are safe in Nico’s office. I’ll be there soon.” Then she turns and takes off running, Hades hot on her heels.
“Dante, get the feed to my office, now,” Nico barks.
“Already done. She’s right. They’re all in there now. Men outside the door. Aurelio and Pietro are heading that way. The men outside it look like they have chased off or handled the others.”
“Get men down here to watch these fuckers. Get her up in the chains too,” he adds with a cold look at Sinead who is staggering to her feet.
Alonzo and Lazaro get Sinead strung up, ignoring her screams and attempts to struggle away. When she’s finally locked up tight, I stare at her. “You have two options,” I tell her when she finally stops and stares at me. I expect her to be spitting angry, to fight, but it looks like she’s finally starting to realize the reality. I don’t miss that they hung her up beside Marco’s lifeless body. “You can tell us what we want to know now, or we can torture it out of you, and you’ll die harder and slower than you want. You have five seconds to make the choice. Five.”
“I don’t fucking know anything.”
“Four.”
“I don’t. Please. I don’t.”
“Three.”
“Fuck. I don’t?—”
“Two.”
“Okay, okay. What do you want to know?”
“Is there another bomb?”
“No, there's only one. The guys that came in to find the secret entrance put it under the mantel in one of the rooms. It was big enough that it would do some major damage.”
“Why did he only put the one?”
“Because we couldn’t get someone into the rest of the house. Marco tried to bribe the soldiers to put some in each area, but none of them would. Most of them don’t trust that shit.”
Small miracles, I suppose.
“Where is your father?”
“Bunker. On the edge of the territory. Barricaded himself there with his men. C-C-Couldn’t get in. We tried.”
“Is he still alive?”
“As far as I know,” she huffs bitterly. “He’s not fit to lead anymore. He’s stuck in the past. Tradition. We could have been so much more.” She shakes her head. “Him and my brother.”Then a sick, cruel twist of her lips. “It was so fucking good to watch him die. The terror, the realization that he wasn’t as invincible as he always thought.”
“And your nephews? What did they look like when you murdered them?” Dante demands, coming up to stand beside me.
“They would have grown up to be just little versions of him,” she spits. Some of the fear is gone now. Now, the reality of who she is is starting to show. “And that bitch of a wife of his was no better. Always talked down to me because she married Declan. She was nothing.” Then she laughs. “I enjoyed watching her pain while I killed her children. Though that started her crying and screaming, and it was fucking annoying. It was so nice and quiet once she was dead.”
I glance at Alessio, who comes to stand on the other side of me. The woman is fucking nuts. The question is, do we kill her or send her back to her father to deal with? I already know what my answer to that is going to be.
The door opens and in walks four of our best men, Tino, Lucino, Franco, and Titus, all of whom look a little worse for wear, but at least alive. “Guard them. Any of them try to escape, shoot them,” I order. For now, I need to get back to Lucy and Soren. I need to see for myself that they’re alright.
All of this, it’s finally over. The soldiers left over will be rounded up and dealt with, but first, the only thing I care about is my woman and son.
The others must feel the same because they’re hot on my heels.
When we got to Nico’s office, the women crowded around the desk, Amara in Nico’s chair, holding Soren and a soft smile on her face. “What the fuck was that?” Sienna demands, hands on her hips as she stares at Amara. “I know you’re smart, but where the hell did you figure out how to shoot like that?”
“I don’t know, it just came naturally,” Amara shrugs. “And honestly, when I saw him looking at Soren, it freaked me out.”
“Where did you get the tranq gun?” Gia demands.
