“This is for my brother!” I yelled out, pure white rage consuming me. All the nights I had planned how his death would come. How I would do it. How much torture I would inflict was lost as their gurgling last moments flashed in my mind. As the cries and sobs of my mother attacked my heart.
I kicked him once, twice, three times for good measure.
“You should have died long ago,” I seethed out as I dragged him from the steps to the wall sitting his dazed, bleeding body against it. He was slumped down looking pathetic.
“Remember this?” I showed him my ring. “Remember the meaning behind such rings?” I spat in his face while kicking his legs to wake him up. He was fading, blood pouring from the open gash on his forehead, and he began to cough on the blood.
“Fuck you, Walsh. Your father deserved to die. You’re lucky I didn’t find ya mother.” His eyes met mine.
“I would have raped her before slitting her damn throat also.” That there was the tipping point in all rational thinking. I pulled my gun and I shot him in his shoulder and then turning it to his dick, I shot that. His screams echoed round and round me, feeding my beast. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I pulled my second knife from my breast pocket. The same knife that he used all those years ago to slit my father’s throat.
“Remember this?” I said to him, slapping his face with the cool blade. His eyes fluttered in pain as he looked at me.
“You dumb bastard,” he said to me. “We’ll never stop hunting you. I have four people that will come for you, wipe you all out and still sell her.”
“Oh, I disagree. I think you forget who I am, Damon. Where I came from and just how untouchable I am.”
Moving around him I slip down behind him holding his head, so he could see Layla, knowing that I had her now. That I saved her from his dirty, toxic hands and greed. Jimmy had her placed on the ground sitting with his arms around her, holding her tight to him. The color in her face coming back as blueish-red bruises started to appear on her neck. Jimmy had his arm around Layla’s shoulder and with it, his gun pointed on Damon.
“I have all you ever wanted and more. This is for my family. For Ian.”
With that my knife, no, his knife slices through the flesh of his neck. Blood flows fast over my clenched knuckles as a feeling of closure washes over me. My head falls back on the wall. Shutting my eyes, I breathe in deep as his body goes slack in my grip. My knife drops as does his body.
“Feicfidh mè go bhfuil tu sa solas saor in aisce anois mar gheal ar dhioghail mé do na h-anamacha.”
(I will find you in the light rest free now for I have avenged your souls.)
THE END