“What the fuck did you say?”a guy who has his hair up in a man bun says. Scanning his cut, I see his name’s Breaker.
“You heard me. Haven’t you learned yet? Even in death, Deanna’s work isn’t done,” Mason full-on laughs before his eyes lock on Félix. “Did you think you really got all the men who fucked your sister? Are you sure you and your fuckin’ brothers got them all? Nope, I can tell you your sister has one delicious pussy. I can remember her screams and cries for more. I remember how good her pussy felt around my cock.”
It’s all I can do to keep myself in check. I’m sure Félix is barely hanging on at this point as well, but we both need him to keep talking.
“Fire squad?” Bourn murmurs quietly for only Félix and me to hear. I tilt my head to look at him, then my best friend and soon-to-be brother-in-law. We lock eyes and nod at the same time.
“Target practice,” I mutter, pulling out my gun and pulling the trigger, hitting Mason in the shin. “Tell me, why did you help Ashton?” I yell over his screams of intense agony.
Someone in the back calls Mason a pussy.
He doesn’t answer, so Félix takes out his other shin. We take turns shooting parts of him in places we know won’t kill him right away. This fucker can bleed, and he can bleed until we’re done with him.
“Why?” I demand.
“Because Ashton was Deanna’s lover and promised he’d make sure if anything happened to her, he’d go to war with the DeLancys. He’d end them all, then he was coming after Chains,” he screams.
No one in the room is able to speak further.
There’s no fucking way.
Ashton’s never been in a relationship with anyone. I stop my thoughts right there and I remember several years back, he was slightly different.
Fuck me. This isn’t good.
Lifting my gun, I don’t wait for another word to be said. I fire, and the room fills with others who also pull the trigger. Mason’s body jerks on impact as each bullet hits him.
Needing air, I hand my gun to Bourn and leave the boathouse. My thoughts swarm with the past and what Mason said about Olivia. It makes me wonder if Félix and his brothers did get the rest of them.
Nope, I can’t go there.
Sighing, I make my way to my car and climb in. I drive out of the club’s parking lot and go back to the hotel. Once inside our room, I shower and trash my clothes. I then pack the rest of Olivia’s and my stuff and take it to a little bed and breakfast. There’s no way I’m taking Olivia back to the hotel where my brother tried to kill her.