Chapter Forty-Five

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"They should be at the graveyard already," Fraser said as turned the van left. Grant was wrapping a white cloth on the handle of the knife. He also brought with him a semi-automatic pistol with a silencer attached to the muzzle. Emily was in the back of the van. Grant didn't want her to be with them, but they had ruled against him.

The brothers were wearing black trench coats, pants, and shoes. Emily was wearing a white winter coat with blue Denim and black steel-toe boots. Grant had placed the throwing axes in the trunk of the van. He was sure that he was going to use one of them just for his twisted fun. He knew this was all about revenge, but he had never felt this excited in a long while.

"I want her," Grant said. "I want that cunt's throat and face slit right between her fucking eyes!"

"You've told me that already," Fraser said.

Up ahead was Ashburton Graveyard. He could see the tall gates of the entrance.

"We'll find them where Sheila's grave is, am I right?" Fraser asked. He slowly turned the car until it was several feet away from the gates.

"That's where the bitch will meet us. She told us to wait for her friend, Sean, and then we strike."

"How do you it wasn't James?" Grant asked referring to the murder of his wife and daughters.

Fraser shook his head. "It wasn't. When I called, and Sean answered, he was close to tears and told me that Rosalyn was behind the killings. The lad sounded pretty convincing too. Besides, it is Rachel Carter who had a personal vendetta against your daughter."

He left out the part about Jessica screwing James Taylor; there was so much he wasn't telling his brother. "She may be pretty, but she's a freaking bitch," he added.

"But then hope we can trust him?" Grant asked

"You don't have to tell me that," Fraser said.

"If that lad tries to pull anything on us, we will fuck him for good right?" Grant asked

"Sure, that's why we've brought guns," Fraser said.

"Some axes too," Grant said. "I'm just salivating at it. I want to do what she did to Tanya and Jessica to that fucker. I want to give her what she fucking deserves."

"We will," Fraser said.

The vehicle came to a stop, and Fraser got out of the driver's seat. Grant followed. The trunk was opened, and Grant grabbed an ax. Fraser kept his pistol inside his coat. It was a 50 caliber.

The Savage brothers slowly stepped towards the entrance gates. Fraser rummaged through his left pocket before he had the key in his hand. After inserting the key in the lock, the brothers slowly crept in. Emily followed them with a butcher knife hidden underneath the coat.

She was just as shocked as her uncle, the thought of killing her mother's killer's girlfriend all the more gratifying. She wanted to be part of this too, to extract revenge against the bastards who destroyed her family.

"We'll catch them, sweetheart," Grant said to Emily with a warm smile.

Emily smiled back. In truth, she was happy to see her uncle again and had hoped she, her father and Grant could form a closer bond now that both families were touched by such a horrifying tragedy.

The trio was now just half a mile from the tombstone from Sheila's memorial. Suddenly, there was a gunshot. Fraser immediately fell to the ground. He lay still.

"No!" Emily shouted as she sprung to Fraser's side.

Grant gripped his pistol. His eyes darted between his injured brother and wherever the shot had come from.

"He's still breathing!" Emily said.

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