37

Oisin
I squeezed her hand tightly, and she squeezed me right back. The car ride to the Morelli family house was quiet. Elena had woken me up in the night with one request.
I want to see my brother and mother.
She didn’t wait for me to respond. She went back to sleep right after, and the following day woke up with me, got ready, and without even a single word, got into the car and waited for me. We headed out with a few men, and I called Liam and told him we were coming.
We’d reach the house in no more than five minutes, and I don’t know what I expected of Elena, but for her to be so calm and collected wasn’t one of them. Even though the situation was tense, Elena dressed the part of a woman wanting revenge well.
She was in a sleeveless, tight, mini-white dress that barely reached her thighs with one of those leather thigh-high boots. It didn’t help that the heels were red, making me want to rip off her dress and fuck her with her heels still on.
Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail, meaning business, and her makeup was sharp and precise. Finally, the car stopped, and I helped her out and kept my hand with hers as we walked inside.
Cousin. Liam’s voice boomed through the empty house as he ran towards us. We hugged, and he surprised me when he hugged Elena as well. How are you ? He asked when he pulled away.
I’m good, Liam. You ?
I’m not going to lie. I’m bored out of my goddamn mind.
She laughed. You have an entire estate to yourself, and you’re bored ?
I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t like Italians. No offense, of course. I just like my women Irish.
You’re missing out, I told him, and Elena smacked my chest playfully.
None taken. You’re fine. Now. She cleared her throat. Where’s my brother ? And my mother ?
He shared a look with me but immediately went into serious mode. Your mother is upstairs in her room. She refuses to leave it. She barely eats. She just sits in there and screams in Italian. Your brother is in the same room he put you in. All the other men that stood by him have already been dealt with.
They were dealt with, but their bodies rotted with Enzo in that room. He had left my wife with dead bodies ; the smell itself was enough to make you lose your sanity, but your sense of smell. You could get used to the stench of blood, but the smell of dead bodies, piss, shit, and rust was something you could never get used to.
He thought he was some big shit around here when he took her and put her through hell. He was nothing. Fucking nothing. I knew Liam had taken his time with him as he reminded him of his place.
Oisin told me that there were some men that didn’t stand with him. So where are they now ? She asked.
Liam waved his hand to the few men that stood with our men, and they all gave Elena a respectful nod.
I know them. They were men that served alongside my father. But there is one thing I’ve been curious about. In the room I was in… two men were shot in there. What did you do with their bodies ?
Nothing. We got rid of them. Liam said.
Why ? I asked her.
They refused to hit me…so Enzo shot them.
I’ll deal with it, Liam said, and then we walked down to the same room he had her in.
They were all rotting, fucking disgusting bodies stacked on each other like the fucking disgusting animals they were. The stench hit you at once, and her eyes darted over to the room she was once in. I felt Elena stiffen next to me and reach for me, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, keeping her close to my hip.
He looked like a pathetic human being. Liam had Enzo in chains, suspended in the air, and hooked over a sturdy pole, he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers, and I could see that Liam had done a number on him.
Six men stood behind him with pistols aimed at him religiously, and they’d kill him without hesitation if it came down to it. This man wasn’t their kill, nor was he Liam’s. This man was my wife’s kill. His face was barely recognizable with how bruised and battered his face was.
I could see some of his toes, fingers, and teeth were forcefully removed, and blood stained his face, chest, arms, and legs. Liam had a way of extracting information or torturing liars, spies, and fuckers like Enzo that I admired tremendously.
He could barely keep them alive, and the way he’d slice and cut through flesh and bones was magnificent. It was nothing short of a masterpiece. He probably had Enzo begging for death, and even then, he wouldn’t get it.
My wife’s eyes were wide as she looked at her brother, and despite the stench, she didn’t wrinkle her nose or even flinch as she took another look at the room with dead bodies piled on top of each other.
Instead, she inhaled sharply, and I removed my hand as she took a step forward, and as if knowing his sister was here, his head snapped forward. He gave her a sinisterly, bloody smile.
Well, well, well. He gathered up some spit and spat it on the ground. If it isn’t the Callahan Whore.
Before I could react and protect my wife’s honor, Elena reached out and backhanded him.
Damn.
You disgraced our family name. You disgraced our father. You deserve everything, absolutely fucking everything they do to you. A whore ? She got in his face, and one of the men yanked him by his hair, so they were eye-to-eye. I’m not only the wife to Oisin Callahan, but I’m also now the Donna of the Morelli family.
Yes, you fucking are, baby. Yes, you motherfucking are.
That’s my fucking woman right here.
No, you are not !
You killed Danny and Connor. You took me from my husband. You killed our baby. You let your men rape me. Why ? What have I ever done to you ? You’re supposed to be my brother, to look after me, but all you’ve done is hurt me.
Who says I’m your brother ? He taunted her, and her confidence vanished immediately.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she narrowed her eyes at Enzo. Our father would never, ever cheat on our mother. You’re a liar.
Our mother’s a slut, Elena. She doesn’t even know who my father is. Stupida troia del cazzo. Our father thought he was smart, but he didn’t know his wife spread her legs to every man that gave her time of day. He licked his lips, his slimy eyes skirting over her legs. I always regret not fucking you. I mean, you’re not really my sister ; surely it’s not frowned upon.
She turned to us. I want him on the floor. She demanded, and Liam waved his hand with a command in Irish.
The sound of the chains rattled loudly as they hitched him back on the ground, but kept his hands cuffed. She kicked him so hard in the face that he fell back to the ground with a loud thud. Then, before he could even process the pain or the sudden impact, she kicked him again in the stomach.
Repeatedly, hard, brutal kicks, and I watched her in fucking awe. It was cathartic to watch my woman take justice into her own hands. She needed this. I didn’t care how hard she hit him or if she killed him, or if she asked us to kill him.
He deserved this. For everything he put her and us through, he fucking deserved this and more. I wouldn’t intervene with how she dealt with him until she asked me to, but the sweet sound of her kicking him made the ache in our hearts lessen.
For our baby. I encouraged. Kill him for our baby, mo ghra amhain.
I heard the cracking of bones and saw red blood seeping out of his face and mouth, and I watched like it was the best thing I’d ever seen in my life. It absolutely fucking was.
She screamed while she kicked him, and all he could do was take it while grunting and holding back his cries of pain.
Your fate was sealed when you took me from my husband. She spat. Spinning around, her eyes locked on Liam. Liam, were you the one taking care of little Enzo ?
Yes, would you like a lesson ? I can teach you what we do to little bitches who don’t know their place.
Liam’s playfulness had vanished into thin air, and the man standing beside me was not the guy who plays around with Aofie and always has a joke about everything. This man was a killing machine, and I knew if Elena agreed on a lesson, she’d change forever.
Liam didn’t have limits and didn’t know how to stop once he got into the groove. I knew if he were to give her a lesson right now, she’d be terrified, and she already had enough scars around her heart. I didn’t want her to have more.
Yes. She said, surprising me, and I eyed Liam carefully, but his eyes weren’t on me.
They were on Elena. Liam gave another command, and the men hung him back up, spread out, exposing himself to Liam and his techniques. He rolled his shoulders and walked over to the metal table, and Elena followed him dutifully.
She stood behind him, and I knew when I heard her gasp it was because he was showing her his little pack of torture tools. I didn’t know if I should intervene or wait for my wife to give me a hint of distress.
Her body was relaxed as Liam spoke to her about each knife and tool, and she nodded in understanding as he explained to her what he could do with just one of these. Liam chuckled darkly as she picked out a rusty old screwdriver and rolled it between her fingers.
This is the one you want ? He asked, and she nodded. Alright, deirfiur.
I wonder if he knew the word sister came out in Irish or if it slipped his tongue.
Feel it in your hand. I saw Elena move it around her fingers and place it on her palm as if weighing it. Show me how you’re going to hold it.