SWNOVELS Owned By A Sinner: Chapter 44
While Kiara’s enjoying lunch with her mom, Will and I are making sure Luca’s shipment is transferred to a new truck and sent on its way toward the border.
My phone starts ringing, and seeing Viktor’s name flashing on the screen, I answer, “Liam.”
“I’ve just become your favorite person.”
My heart kicks up a beat faster. Letting out a chuckle, I say, “That all depends.”
“Finn’s at the Damen Silos. One of my men tracked him there. Get your ass there before he disappears again.”
Fucking finally.
“I owe you,” I breathe, my heart beating double time.
“I know.”
The call ends, and I look at Will. “We’ve got the fucker.”
Will’s arm flies up, signaling to the men as he lets out a loud whistle. “Time to go hunting, boys. Gear up.”
Finally.
Today that fucker dies.
My men run to the vehicles we’ve loaded with weapons, and as I walk to the SUV, I quickly dial Declan’s number.
“Declan,” he mumbles in my ear.
“We’ve found Finn. Don’t let Kiara find out. I don’t want her to worry. Just keep her busy for the day.”
“I’ll do that,” he answers.
“Keep her safe, Declan.”
“Okay.”
He ends the call, and knowing I don’t have to worry about Kiara, I reach into the backseat, taking out the armored vest. I strap it on, then grab hold of the bag with our weapons and climb into the passenger seat. Will slides behind the steering wheel, a grin on his face.
“Fuck, this day’s been coming a long time,” I mutter as I open the bag and remove the machine guns and clips.
Will starts the engine, and we all form a motor brigade as we leave the warehouse, heading in the direction of the Damen Silos. The place has been abandoned for years, but trust a rat like Finn to take up residence there.
We stop a distance away from the silos, so Finn doesn’t see us coming.
“Collin, find a spot where you can watch from,” I order.
The boy hightails it across the field, moving like a rabbit, his sniper rifle slung over his back.
I hold out my hand to Will, who looks at me with surprise before clasping it. Yanking him closer, our shoulders meet in a brotherly hug. “I want you in one fucking piece when this is over.”
“You too.”
Letting go of him, I watch as he takes his team so they can approach from the right side of the property. The left is facing the water, so that only leaves the front for my team and me to breach through.
In broad fucking daylight.
I can’t wait for nightfall. I can’t risk the fucker slipping through my fingers.
“Let’s go,” I say as I lift my machine gun.
Everyone’s wearing an earpiece and is heavily armed. Hoping Collin found a good spot from where he can take out any of the Sicilians trying to escape, we slowly creep closer to the entrance.
The place is run down, but there are chunks of concrete offering some cover. We move around the left side of the building, and with the water right beside us, we carefully work our way over loose bricks and rubble. I find a small hatch in one of the steel doors.
I motion for the men to enter and watch as each of them ducks down and rolls through the opening. Getting down, I roll into the factory, then move into a crouching position, my weapon ready as I glance around the area.
Graffiti covers the walls, and there are holes in the ceiling, allowing light to spill in.
My gaze scans over a group standing around in a circle. It sounds like they’re in an argument about the men they lost.
Then my eyes lock on Finn. He’s watching the Sicilians with a bored expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.
Got you, fucker.
“Ready?” I murmur into the earpiece, my heartbeat speeding up from the impending action.
‘Ready,’ Collin answers.
‘In position,’ Will’s voice comes over the earpiece. ‘Don’t kill them all. Leave some for me.’
I chuckle quietly, then give the order, “Attack.”
Rapid gunfire fills the air, the smell of gunpowder flooding my lungs. The group of Sicilians scatters in different directions, Finn making a run for the back.
My machinegun vibrates in my grip as one bullet after the other flies, riddling the bodies of the Sicilians as they try to flee.
Finn runs toward a doorway and slips through just as I spray the area where he was with bullets.
Pushing forward, my men and I move deeper into the warehouse. I run after Finn, every nerve ending in my body on high alert for any sudden movements. I keep scanning over the graffitied walls, checking for the holes in the ground, so I don’t step in one.
Come out and face me.
I take cover behind the wall, then order, “Will, give me an update.”
‘I’m in some fucking tunnel–’ Loud gunfire rattles over the earpiece, ‘Fucking rats. Smells like a sewer down here.’
The corner of my mouth lifts, and making sure it’s clear for me to move, I dart into the room.
Seeing a set of old stairs, I dart up, finding Finn where he’s hiding behind a broken piece of wall, right by a huge gap.
Not even fucking thinking, I lunge forward, and tackling the fucker, we both fall through the gap.
I hit the ground hard with the left side of my body.
Pain shudders through me, but I roll over and dart to my feet. Finn’s still shaking his head as he struggles to stand up. Lunging at him, I tackle him back to the ground. I crouch over him and start to swing wildly, my fist repeatedly slamming into his face.
“This.” Punch. “Is.” Punch. “My.” Crack. “Fucking.” Punch. “World.”
Pulling back, I climb to my feet, sucking in breaths of air as rage boils in my veins.
Finn groans, rolls onto his side, and pushes himself up. Chuckling, he spits out some blood. “Go fuck yourself, Liam.”
“You betrayed me,” I grind the words out between clenched teeth. Pulling my Glock from behind my back, I train the barrel on his knee and pull the trigger.
Finn lets out a howl of pain, clamping his hands around the wound. “Fuck you.”
“You hurt my woman.” I fire a shot at his other knee.
He squirms on the ground, crying from the pain.
I take a step closer. “You threatened my city.”
“Fuck you!” He shouts, spittle and blood flying from his mouth. “You were just lucky he gave you the mafia, but you never fucking deserved it. You don’t have the balls to make the mafia great.”
I hear my men approaching, my finger flexing on the trigger. Gesturing at my soldiers forming a solid group around us, I let out a bitter chuckle, “They’re loyal to me. They’re my fucking family.” I train the gun back on Finn. “Kiara said yes. She’s marrying me. She’ll give birth to my future.”
Finn tries to sit up, his blood soaking into the ground and dried grass beneath him, then he sneers at me. “I tasted her first.”
Fuck this.
Holding my gun out, one of my men takes it. I lunge forward, my foot connecting with Finn’s chin. His head snaps back, and as he drops to the ground, I crouch over him again. My left hand grips his shirt and I yank him up, slamming my right fist into his nose. I yank him up again, and whisper in his ear, “But you didn’t hear her moan. You didn’t feel her come.” I slam my fist into his face again, then yank him closer again. “You didn’t hear her say I love you.”
Dropping him to the ground, I start to pummel his face, grinding the words out, “And. You. Never. Fucking. Will.”
I keep hitting, until I feel a sharp pain in my wrist, and Finn’s nothing but a bloody mess beneath me. Gasping for air, I stare down at the bane of my existence. His eyes are mere slits, the stare blank and lifeless.
“Rot in fucking hell,” I growl.
Climbing to my feet, I take a step back. With my men around me and my enemy dead at my feet, I lift my head and find Will’s eyes.
Slowly a smile spreads over his face, then he nods at me.
It’s done.