Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Lucian

We were fighting time and I knew it. The tentacles were snaking closer to us. Questions hissing closer and closer.

I’d managed to find out that the Constantines were meeting the Power Brothers at that very moment. We had hours, tops, before those discussions would lead to our demise, or get very close to it. As soon as the Constantines stopped looking at the Power Brothers and shot even the slightest glance in another direction, we’d be fucked, and my father had his pulse in line with theirs, seeking out my lies.

The contacts I chose to use were distant from my regular network—as distant as I could possibly risk venturing. I mentioned nothing about Elaine Constantine being alongside me, just that I needed a fresh set of IDs to get out of the country. Wesley Dale was all set to meet me in the parking lot of JFK International Airport, but it would be over twenty-four hours until he could deliver. As well as the fake IDs, he was also getting us tickets on a flight out of there.

As much as twenty-four hours between now and our flight would be one hell of a long one, it did grant me a window to complete the calling in my soulless heart that couldn’t be silenced.

I had something that needed to be done first, before we made our escape. Something I couldn’t walk away from. Something I could never leave the country without fulfilling, no matter how insane it might be. It was festering too deep in my gut to ignore.

There was no guarantee I’d ever be back in the US again in this lifetime. This might well be my one and only chance to deliver what was deserved to the pieces of filth.

I’d do my damn fucking best trying.

I gave Elaine one more chance to back out of a future on the run before we were snared for good.

“You’re really sure about this? This is your last opportunity to head back to your world. Make sure you won’t regret the road you take with me, sweetheart.”

Her reply was instant. “I’d rather die with you than survive alone.”

It was a beautiful statement. One I fully reciprocated as I pulled her close and held her tight.

“Ditto.”

Her smile was amazing.

“Let’s go, then, Romeo. Let’s get across the ocean and start our new life.”

That’s when I told her, my eyes fixed firm on hers.

“Our escape will be tomorrow, which is just as well. I have something I need to do before then, Juliet.”

Her question was instant. Wide-eyed.

“What? What do you need to do before then?”

I contemplated sharing my plans, but I didn’t. She would only beg me to let them go, but I had no intention of it. I wouldn’t let retribution go for any fucking thing in the world.

It wasn’t only fake IDs and plane tickets and women’s clothes I’d been seeking out on my cell for the past sixty minutes. It was Colonel Hardwick’s current location. Only that had led me to so much more. You could call it God giving me his blessing. I fucking deserved it for the beautiful payback I was about to deliver.

Through my backhanded investigations, I’d managed to find out that it wasn’t just Colonel Hardwick who was at Hanborough Park Golf Course that morning. No. Lionel Constantine, the depraved uncle who’d delivered Elaine to her abusers when she was just a scared little girl, was right there with him. A forty minute drive away.

Halle-fucking-lujah.

I knew what they were there for. I knew the only thing they could possibly be there socializing for in the midst of Elaine Constantine’s abduction. Reverend Lynch. The vile priest and his sudden disappearance, and no doubt the girls I’d set free to run away from the manor late that night after I’d taken his sicko life away from him.

I changed my clothes to casual golfing attire as Elaine stared on from the bedroom doorway. She was visibly scared as I loaded myself up with the necessary weaponry from the cabinet downstairs. She was ghostly as she followed me around the place, eyes wide and terrified.

“Really, Lucian, whatever it is you need to do, do you really have to do it? We could hole up here and stay as quiet as we can, and just pray that nobody finds us.”

I stepped up close and took hold of her chin, tipping her face up to mine.

“I need to go. I can’t leave without delivering what’s due.”

She was shaking as I kissed her. She let out a breath as my tongue pushed its way inside her mouth and danced with a passion. Kissing stopped her questions.

“There are suitcases under the bed in my room,” I told her as I forced myself to pull away. “If you want to make our escape as smooth as possible, then please feel free to pack as many essentials as you can find for the journey. The more ready we are to leave, the better. Somehow we need to find you some damn clothes to go with, too. I don’t think you wearing my shirt on the plane is going to blend us into the hustle all that much.”

She smiled at me and did a scared little curtsy. “I kinda like wearing your shirt constantly. Can’t say I’ve been missing my wardrobe.”

I did my best to smile right back at her. “Lock the door behind me again. Same rules apply. I’m not back by dusk, you head back to the city.”

This time her nod was quiet, her meekness visible. The sassy doll who’d fired back at me at every opportunity just a few days earlier was well out of sight.

Surprisingly, I was looking forward to her return.

I was off quickly, slipping into the car and driving away with a screech of tires as she watched from the doorstep, arms wrapped around her chest.

I called up the navigation on my cell and sped toward my destination. I had my own membership to Hanborough Park, nobody would question my arrival.

There wasn’t even the faintest sliver of uncertainty in me as I pulled up into the golf course parking lot. I was as sure of my actions as I’d been of anything in my life. My fingers were already itching to pull the trigger and deliver revenge on behalf of the woman I loved.

“Good morning,” I said to the guy at the check-in desk when I stepped into reception.

“Good morning, Mr. Morelli, sir,” he offered and waved me on through. He was new to the position. I’d never seen him before.

New enough not to know that you keep Morellis and Constantines apart at all costs.

I used that to my advantage.

“I’m here to meet up with Colonel Hardwick. Could you please tell me which hole he’s on?”

He gave me a happy little smile. “Last time I heard they were at hole four, but I’m not sure.”

I would have to take his advice and hope for the best. Hole four was very isolated. There wouldn’t be a passerby for quite some time—at least I hoped not.

“Thank you,” I said to the fool who’d shared their privacy, and then I walked on through.

I knew where I was headed. My pace was quick and determined, ensuring I stayed on the edges of the course and out of view of the stragglers of golfers in the distance. Every single moment I could delay people identifying me as the culprit behind this attack was a tick for our odds of managing to reach the UK.

I couldn’t take a golf cart, but I’d been walking no more than ten minutes when the two pieces of shit appeared on the horizon. I slowed down my pace, being more sure than ever to keep hidden as I approached. They were talking heatedly. I could see the waving of their arms, golf clearly the last thing on their minds.

I knew then, beyond all doubt, that they were aware Reverend Lynch had encountered some…difficulties.

I kept to the rough as I walked, heart thumping and blood ice cold and burning bright with the promise of vengeance. My gun was aching to fire and my fingers were aching to set the bullets free, right into the guts of them.

I slipped on my leather gloves and was already holding the gun when I appeared in view. They were talking so intently that they didn’t notice me until I was close enough that they could hear me clear my throat.

Both sick fucks jumped a mile when they saw me there, starting backwards once they registered it was me.

Hardwick stepped away from Lionel Constantine, clearly happy to abandon him for his demise. So much for friendship and loyalty. He was clearly ready to run, his hands held up in front of him as I stepped up closer.

“This is between you two,” he told me. “I’ll leave you to your family dispute and head on to the next hole.”

“Get the hell fucking back here,” I snarled at him. “This has plenty to do with the both of you, you disgusting piece of shit.”

I watched his mind whirring. I smirked as I saw the pieces come together for him, while Lionel Constantine was still staring on in mute horror.

“You’re attacking the fellowship, yes?” Hardwick announced, his wavering voice scared enough to set my heart alight. “The fellowship has nothing against the Morellis, I can assure you of that.”

“This isn’t about the fucking Morellis,” I told him with a vicious smile. “This is to do with Elaine.”

“Elaine?!” Hardwick gasped. “You mean Elaine Constantine?”

That’s when Lionel found his voice. “You just killed Elaine Constantine,” he said, and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of anger in his voice. “What the fuck has that got to do with coming after the fellowship?”

I laughed to myself at their ridiculous attempt at feigning ignorance.

“You know exactly what coming after the fellowship has to do with Elaine Constantine,” I told them. “You fucking abused Elaine Constantine when she was a pure little girl, you sick cunts.”

I pointed the gun at them, the silencer already in place. Their shock was evident, but not nearly so evident as their fear. They were absolutely petrified. Their own doom looming loud and clear.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lionel said. “Like you give a fuck about Elaine.”

“I love your beautiful angel of a niece,” I told him. “Just be grateful I don’t have longer to make you suffer even more for your crimes.”

His eyes were open right on mine when I pulled the trigger. One lonely bullet, right in his face.

He was gone. Hardwick started stumbling, trying to run. The sad, bloated prick didn’t get very far before I was up and at him, tearing him backwards and spinning him to face the corpse I’d just landed into hell.

“No!” he cried out as I forced the gun in his hand and grasped his fingers around it. He fought, but I was stronger. His hand was clutching the gun when I turned it around and pressed the barrel up against his temple.

“Please,” he begged me, squirming like a slug in my arms. “Please, no!”

“Good night, motherfucker,” I said, and then I shot him.

Only I didn’t shoot him, did I? It was his finger on the trigger.

The sad, miserable fucker had shot himself. Appeared to the onlooker that he’d shot Lionel Constantine before blowing himself away, too.

Oh, the bliss of inflicting that much hurt. I was back in my school days again, enjoying the suffering. Only this was better. More fulfilling than ever. Delivering Elaine’s revenge was the most rewarding torture I’d ever given.

I was running out of time with the shots ringing out, and I knew it. The course was big and people were distant, but they were audible. Questions would surely be asked, and asked quickly.

I got the fuck out of there as quickly as I fucking could.

Only it wasn’t quick enough. Not as the dominos started tumbling.

My cell was alive with news and whispers. My father as close to the tendrils as anyone else on the scene. They were coming for us. Right fucking now.