Page 66 of Saviour
“Yes, even then.”
I place the barrel of the gun directly onto his forehead and I see the panic flash through his eyes. This man isn’t part of the mafia. He isn’t involved in crime other than his filthy fucking taste for raping and abusing young girls. He doesn’t even come from the Districts. He knows nothing of this world or who I am or what I can do. He’s never had a gun pointed at him.
He came in here, thinking he had Carlo’s protection, running his mouth, parading my girl around like he owns her, messing with the mafia without even considering the consequences.
Which would be me.
“Didn’t seem like it when I was insi—”
I pull the trigger without a moment's hesitation, his brain splattering into a million pieces, his body dropping to the floor.
Blood coats my face and my crisp suit. There’s blood on the walls, the wooden floor, his two sons behind him and my gorgeous Birdie.
I step closer, but a gun cocks behind me and I freeze, turning my head over my shoulder to see Carlo has his gun not aimed at me but at Rori.
“Whilst I expected that, I thought I had more time.” Carlo laughs and I flex my hand around the gun that's still held upright facing one of the brothers, still holding Rori, albeit with a lot less force as she droops even closer to the floor.
“Take her. I’ll be in touch,” Carlo says to the two men.
I turn my head to see them hauling Rori higher, but instead of panicking, I smile.
Because I know they aren’t going anywhere.
Becausehe’sback and we’re going to do what we fucking set out to do.
I point my gun to the one on the left and with a nod, not one, but two gunshots ring out and both brothers fall to the floor.
Irush forwards, holding the girl before she can drop to the floor as the two men on either side of her drop quickly. There’s blood everywhere and three dead bodies. The girl is limp and quiet in my arms and Dax stands staring at me, Carlo not far behind him in the background.
“What the fuck did I miss?”
Dax rushes forward and takes the girl out of my arms, hauling her into his and cradling her close. Her eyes are closed, but her chest rises and falls, so I know she’s still alive. Dax must see the same thing because his eyes then come to me and his smile is back on his face. And fuck, I can’t help it, but I smile back and it’s the weirdest sensation after not having smiled for a year in that hell hole.
He slaps me on the shoulder but before either one of us can speak, Carlo clears his throat.
Dax turns. The girl cradled into him, who I’m beginning to assume is the one he mentioned in his letter, dangles in his arms. I stand next to him, united once again, the three of us facing each other. Two of us covered in blood.
“Welcome home, Son.”
I nod, knowing I have to play by his rules or I’ll probably just end up back in there. Dax was right in his letter, and me and Carlo made a deal. If I could prove I’d be loyal and help him run the Districts, he’d let me out. If I never brought up my sister again, he’d accept that I moved on and could come home.
The man’s a fucking asshole, but if it’s what I have to do to get home to bring him down, I will.
“Thank you,” I say politely, hating how it tastes coming out of my mouth.
“Dax, son, you can leave. Take Miss Shaw and clean her up. She needs to freshen up to meet your cousin.”
I hate how blunt he is and I feel sorry for whoever Miss Shaw is that she’s been dragged into this whole mess. But Dax seems content on keeping her, so what the fuck can I do about it?
“King,” Dax says, nodding out the door, expecting me to follow, but I keep my feet rooted to the floor.
“Go ahead. I have business I need to discuss with my father.”
I say it coldly, knowing it will please Carlo, especially when Dax tries to argue, but I just shake my head and turn my eyes away from him.
He walks out in a huff, the door slamming behind him. And even though I know it’s all an act, it was real enough to Carlo. And if we can keep it up, the fucker is going down.
Welcome home, King.
