Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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I ended up driving around, trying to bide my time for about an hour before I finally headed to the location. The tension coils tighter with every passing second, but now it's time.
I spot Alessio's car pull up to the warehouse—sleek and dark, just like him. He parks right on the spot where I spent the last hour pouring flammable liquid around the perimeter. A twisted part of me appreciates the irony.
I'm positioned in an abandoned building across the dock, crouched low behind a shattered window, sniper ready. The scope zeros in on him, his broad frame stepping out of the driver's side. Lucas and Theo follow close behind, all three of them moving like they own the damn world.
They have no idea.
I steady my breath, the weight of the gun a familiar comfort in my hands. From this distance, I can see everything—their expressions, the way they scan their surroundings, but they don't notice me. Not yet.
You don't need them, I remind myself. The bitter thought echoes in my mind, dredging up the memories I've tried to bury.
Alessio said he could protect me. They all did. But where were they when I was being torn apart, broken into pieces? When I had to bury Valencia alone?
My finger hovers over the trigger, and for a moment, I imagine pulling it. Ending this. All of them. The rage pulses beneath my skin, demanding release.
But I can't.
Not yet.
They move toward the warehouse, their figures outlined by the dim light of the dock. I watch Alessio closely, the way he holds himself, that aura of control he always has. He thinks he can still control me.
Not anymore.
I glance at the gas-soaked trail leading to his car. One spark, and it all goes up in flames.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. My heart pounds, but my hands are steady.
Time to end this.
The million dollar car goes up in flames with a loud, satisfying roar, the fire licking the edges of the warehouse. I watch through the scope as the lads scatter, instinctively taking cover. Alessio, Lucas, and Theo dive behind crates and debris, their eyes wide with shock, darting around for the cause.
They can't see me.
The flames crawl along the trail of flammable liquid I had carefully laid out, eagerly devouring everything in their path until they reach the walls of the warehouse. The building erupts into an inferno, a massive wall of fire swallowing it whole.
I smile.
Sitting in my darkened corner, sniper in hand, I watch them. They're panicked, scanning the area, but they have no idea I'm right here—so close, yet invisible. It's almost poetic.
