“If we could continue,” I growl, my patience running thin.
“Just bring Malia home, Lion,” Akila yells across the empty room as she disappears through the doors.
A low whistle fills the air. “Lion Castello whipped,” Caine taunts. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Shut the fuck up, Byrne,” Lion growls, turning to face Martinez once again.
Caine chuckles, and it seems everyone is running on the energy of a high created by the adrenaline of our hunt coming to an end. It is time to strike.
“I imagine you want to do this the hard way,” I say to Martinez.
He shrugs.
“What’s there to say?” he asks, with a beaming and bloody smile, which shows a few missing teeth. “Your darling wife made me a lot of money on your sweet little firecracker’s cunt.”
Liam’s leg kicks out, his booted foot slamming into Martinez’s already broken kneecap. Lion rushes forward, pressing his gun into the piece of shit’s head. The acts of the men only making Martinez fall into a fit of laughter after his grunt of pain.
Liam crouches down to get eye level with Martinez, glaring at him with a look filled with so much hatred and rage I am surprised the cunt has not yet burst into flames.
“Who did you sell her to?” Liam asks in an eerily calm tone and my lip twitches at the pride that begins to fill me.
I will allow Liam to run this show.
He deserves all of this.
Liam’s hand whips out, and Martinez’s head snaps to the side from the force of being backhanded.
“Speak,” he growls, all the calm in his voice melted away by the fire of his wrath.
Martinez straightens, glaring back at Liam, and spits a glob of blood at his feet.
“For wise men, it’s sad how you didn’t see him right under your noses,” Martinez drawls out, amusement glinting in his eyes. “I’ve heard he’s broken that ruthless Phantom of yours, Agent Brenner. Rumor has it he stole more than your beloved.”
Liam’s fist shoots forward, Martinez’s head bounces off the concrete wall behind him with an audiblecrack. I rush forward, placing my hand on my godson’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze silently encouraging him to pause.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice turning shaky as the monster begins to beat at its cage again.
Martinez looks up at me and gives me that goddamn smile once again.
“What has he done to her?” A growl escapes me this time.
Martinez shifts his leaning body with a wince of pain, straightening himself as much as he can before he falls on his side. He is already dying.
“Elio Ricci,” Caine growls from behind me.
Martinez clucks his tongue, pointing toward Caine, though he’s barely able to hold his arm up. “Look at you, Byrne. And The Omen is supposed to be the smart one.” He turns his head to me again. “Looks like we have a winner. You’re also too little, too late, boys.”
Liam jumps to his feet, stepping forward to tower over Martinez.
“Is she still alive?” he growls, his free hand flexing and unflexing.
Martinez shrugs, acting like he is having the most boring conversation of his life.
“Oh, she’s alive and well.”
He straightens himself as he begins to slide again.
“The newlyweds are enjoying themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if they already have their heir on the way. Rabbits those two.”