Chapter 29

“You won’t get away with this.”

I can’t stop the giggle from escaping. After two months of this, I can certainly say I have and will continue to get away with this.

The click of my heels is loud as I walk around the man tied to the chair. I can see Damon subtly trying to hide a grin at the sound. It turns out my Doctor Death has a thing for seeing me in heels. He claims it”s because it shows off all the new and improved muscle tone when really I think he may have a foot fetish. Hence, the ten pairs of high heels he filled my new closet with.

The new closet in the house that used to belong to Mitchell that they bought for me. I showed my appreciation by fucking them on most of the flat surfaces throughout it.

“Please, I’ll do anything you ask, I’ll give you whatever information you need,” the man continues as I come to a stop again in front of him, tapping the knife against the leg of my black pants.

”Simon, let”s go over this again for the dummies,” I say, my tone dripping with mock sympathy. ”I don’t need anything from you. And my source of information is better than yours, which is how I found you even though you tried to hide from me.”

Really, our source of information was the same, but he didn’t need to know that. Tavish is a lot more forthcoming with information to us than he is to Owen’s loyal followers. When Simon sought out Tavish for a hiding place, he gave him one. It just so happened to lead him directly into a trap.

Sadly after two months, Owen and his friends had finally realized the pattern in the missing and dead members of The Order. It had taken longer for them to connect the dots, but I put some of that down to Tavish hiding the information well, and my men for hiding the bodies well. So Simon would be the last before we strike out at the head of the snake.

But we accomplished what we set out to do; I was even able to watch via the security cameras– that Tavish had tapped into for me– when Owen tore up his office in frustration. After shooting the messenger in a rage. Thankfully it was just another one of Owen’s rats, someone who did his bidding as a lower ranking Order member without question, and without conscience.

Simon”s desperation is palpable as he pleads for mercy, but I can”t help but find amusement in his futile attempts to bargain with us. His fear only adds to the thrill, and we have all come to realize how much I love the thrill.

I tilt my head at Simon”s desperate pleas and give him a sadistic smile. ”Is that what Bianca said to you? Or what about Tiffany, or Madeline?” I ask, watching as the blood drains from his face.

Owen hadn”t been lying. He enjoyed giving his men a taste of the flesh he sold before they were passed on to their new owners. But for the more difficult girls, he handed them over to Simon and cut his losses.

There was a lot of information that Tavish unearthed for us that made me even more vengeful. One of his men killed his own wife and then framed his daughter for it, getting her put into a mental institution, and Owen helped and supported it.

The depths of Owen”s depravity seem to know no bounds, and each revelation only fuels my determination to bring him down. The atrocities committed under his command were enough to turn anyone”s stomach, but for us, it’s fuel for the fire.

Rayth sighs, and I look at him with a pout because I know what he is about to say; he already warned me before Simon arrived. “We can’t linger with this one, little dove. It’s going to be sunset soon and you know he is going to try to run, especially when Simon doesn’t check in,” he reminds me.

With a resigned sigh, I glance at Simon, who is still bound to the chair, his eyes wide with fear. ”Fine,” I mutter, my tone tinged with frustration as I step closer to Simon. Without another word, I drive the knife into his stomach, eliciting a guttural scream from him.

Killian raises an eyebrow at me, his expression unreadable. ”You know that isn”t going to kill him,” he remarks dryly, and I pout in response.

”You”re ruining my fun,” I say with a mock scowl, crossing my arms over my chest. ”Besides, I wanted to bleed him a bit more. I don”t want as much spray since I don”t want to ruin this suit before we meet with dear old dad.”

Damon barks out a laugh at my comment, clearly amused by my antics. Killian, on the other hand, comes over and pulls the knife from Simon”s stomach, his movements deliberate and precise. Simon”s screams hitch in volume when Killian gets closer, and I can see the fear in his eyes. They don”t know what to expect from me, but they know exactly what to expect from Killian: death and pain.

Without a word, Killian thrusts the knife into Simon”s thigh and twists. It takes only moments for Simon”s screams to lose volume and then die down to nothing. I scowl and turn away from him, walking ahead of them all out of the warehouse we trapped Simon in. Olivia, the new local ME that is on our payroll, would be along shortly to take care of the body for us.

“Somebody’s in trouble,” I hear Damon whisper in a singsong voice and I’m thankful they can’t see my lips twitch with a smile.

I slide into the backseat of the car just as I hear Killian respond. “But I did nothing wrong. She wanted him dead, he’s dead, now we can go after Owen,” he says bluntly, getting into the driver”s seat while I hear the other two snicker at him as they get in also, Damon taking the seat beside me and Rayth the front passenger seat.

I take a moment to compose myself, straightening my posture and smoothing out the wrinkles in my suit. ”Is everything set for tonight?” I ask, turning my attention to Killian as he starts the engine.

Killian nods, his expression serious. ”Yes, everything”s in place. The necessary parties have been alerted, and preparations have been made,” he confirms, his voice steady.

Satisfied with his response, I lean back in my seat, anticipation building within me. Damon brushes a finger against my cheek and leans closer. “I ordered that new book for us, the sequel to the one you like so much.”

I grin at him. I finally convinced him to let me read the book he had with him when I was recovering and he did not regret it at all. None of them did, because they all reaped the benefits of me reading that book. “Hide me darling?” I ask and he nods in response. “What’s this one meant to be about?”

“One of the daughters gets sent to investigate some serial killers that report their own crimes online. It still has all the things you love, masks, knives, murders,” he responds with a wicked grin of his own. Oh, this man knew the way to my heart.

Killian”s phone rings, interrupting us. Rayth quickly accepts the call as he sees that it”s Tavish on the line. ”He left,” comes Tavish”s nervous voice through the phone.

”Did he say where he was going?” Killian asks.

”No, but I tracked his car, he went home. He was panicked, but he left all his files, so he will be back,” Tavish responds quickly.

”You”ve made copies of those?” Rayth interjects, his voice firm.

Tavish scoffs before turning it into a cough. ”Yes, of course I have,” he responds.

”Good, we”ll be there shortly. Damon will help you get your stuff out of there while Rayth goes down to the cells,” Killian confirms before hanging up the call.

With everything falling into place, I feel a surge of excitement.

It isn”t long before we are pulling up into the parking area of a large manor house, but darkness has already fallen. It feels strange that this is the type of building that The Order is using for a headquarters. It”s the first time that I have actually seen the outside, and it seems so large and flashy for something that”s meant to be a secret. It looks almost like something out of the show Downton Abbey and makes me grimace.

There are still people in The Order that know nothing about what we have planned, because they aren’t people we want to survive. I keep close behind the guys as we all walk toward the side entrance to the building, walking in their shadows so as not to be noticed.

As we enter the manor, the air is thick with tension. The dimly lit corridors echo too loudly with the sounds of our footsteps as we make our way deeper into the heart of the building.

Rayth presses a soft kiss to my hand before he separates from us and disappears down a set of stairs. I watch him go, a pang of longing tugging at my heart, but I push the feeling aside, knowing that there”s no time for distractions now.

Continuing along the corridor, we come to a set of stairs leading up. Killian starts to ascend, but Damon pulls me back suddenly, pulling me into a hungry kiss. His lips move urgently against mine, and I melt into his embrace, savoring the moment before he breaks away, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

”Be safe,” he whispers before continuing along the corridor, leaving me to follow after Killian.

Finally catching up with Killian, we ascend the stairs to the next floor. The corridor stretches out before us, seemingly endless, until we reach the end where Killian turns the door handle and ushers me inside.

The room is lit with multiple lamps, casting sinister shadows across the space. A mess of paperwork and folders is spread across the table, as though someone had been desperately searching for answers not long before. There are no personal touches in the room, no family photos adorning the walls. But then again, the man the office belongs to doesn”t value or even have a family anymore.

As I step further into the room, the weight of the moment settles upon me. This is where it all ends, where our carefully laid plans come to fruition. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what”s to come.

Killian moves with purpose, his gaze scanning the room for any sign of danger. I watch him closely, grateful for his steady presence in this particular moment.

”Everything”s set,” he says, his voice low. “Are you sure this is how you want to do this?”

I meet Killian”s gaze, drawing strength from him. ”Yes,” I reply firmly. ”This is the only way. I need to look into his face when I tell him that I have destroyed everything he holds dear. This is for my mother and for me.”

With a nod he moves to stand in the corner of the room, his arms folded and his eyes watchful. This is my moment and he is giving it to me.

Pulling out the seat behind the desk, I sit in it, relaxing into the leather. I lift my feet to rest on his desk amongst the papers there, crossing them at the ankle. And I wait.