We’ve been going back and forth with this shit for far too long. My patience is growing thin.
“I don’t. You have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to believe shit.”
I land the blazing flames of the blow torch over his other leg. He screams a wretched sound then vomits over the burning flesh.
Because of the rage inside me I can’t control, I haven’t gone easy on him like I knew I should have.
“Please… stop,” he begs.
“Please stop? I remember saying the same thing to you back in Brazil. Do you remember what you did?” I get up in his face, and tears run down his cheeks. “You electrocuted me and turned up the voltage so high it burned my skin. Then you got up in my face and told me if Jude gives you a chance, you’d fuck my sister and make my mother watch.”
That is the type of shit I had to hear, and this is one last asshole they’ll have to worry about.
He’s no good to me, so it’s time to end this.
Instead of burning his leg again, I aim the flames at his torso and set him on fire.
“That is for my sister, you animal,” I tell him as he screams.
Moments later, the screaming stops, and he stills. When his head falls back, and I watch the light leave his eyes, I know he’s dead.
As I stare into those cold dead eyes and watch the flames consume him, I ball my hands into tight fists.
I seem to have so much information, more than I had before, but I’m still on fucking square one.
I continued to stare at Luke’s mangled body, not knowing if he was telling the truth or not. If he was, then I never had a lead in the first place. Not with him.
The answer to this won’t lie with him.
It’s looking like if I want Robert, my number one goal has to be tracking the code.
Finding him is going to mean more patience on my part.
That means more waiting. One thing I absolutely loathe.
* * *
I reach home a few hours later. The blanket of night has just fallen over the sky.
I decided to check in at Markov Tech to see how things were going in my absence. At the same time, I informed my P.A. that I’d be away for most of the month, so it was best to reschedule all my meetings.
From the faint glow of light coming from the living room, I can tell I have a guest, and from the soft smell of roses lingering in the air, I know exactly who has come to see me.
Only I wish she didn’t. I hate seeing my sister after I’ve killed.
I cleaned up back at the warehouse, but my soul always feels dirtier next to hers. She doesn’t know what I really am.
I know she must have some idea if her husband-to-be recruited me for one of the elite roles in the Brotherhood. But Olivia still thinks of me as a good man.
I guess I’m making the same deluded mistakes as her because I still think of her as my kid sister, and she hasn’t been that in years.
We’re five years apart, and to me, that means as deluded as we are about each other, the fact still remains that I’m her older brother. I can be that for her for as long as I draw breath.
I get to walk her down the aisle in a few months and give her away to a man who would give her everything, including his life, if it came to it.
As much as I never wanted my sister to be part of this dark mafia world I live in, I couldn’t ask for anyone better for her than Aiden.