Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Forty-Seven

"I see him," Emily said as she and Grant carefully placed Fraser in the back of the van. He was in and out of it at the moment, but luckily the bullet didn't cause any severe damage to Grant to be concerned.

"Where is he?" Grant asked as he looked back.

Emily pointed at the gate. Shea was standing at the entrance with Rachel right behind him.

"He's got her," Emily said.

"Should we kill the both of them?" Grant asked.

"No," Emily said. "Dad told me not to touch him if he keeps his end of the deal. We only want the cunt, not the friend."

"Fine," Grant said.

Fraser, Grant, and Emily proceeded back to the graveyard. They stopped in front of Shea who let go of Rachel's feet. He delivered on his promise that he'd go on.

"This is her?" Grant asked.

"Yeah," Shea nodded. "This is Rachel, the girl who killed your wife and daughter and was responsible for Emily's mother too. That's her. She's all yours buddy."

Emily knelt down and looked over Rachel. She was wearing a jacket with long black leather boots and leather gloves. Emily glanced up at Grant who grinned at her.

"Let's take her back," he said. "Shea, you've kept your end of the bargain, but I'm afraid I can't let you go."

Emily's eyes rose.

"Hey, what is this?" Emily asked.

"This is nothing to do with you, Emily," Grant said.

"I told you what the plan was Uncle Grant!"

Grant snorted, "I know a thing or two about plans, my dear. Let me tell you something: everyone has a plan until he's shot in the face. Right, Shea?"

Shea's face showed exasperation. "What the fuck?"

He turned to Emily. Emily looked at Shea and Grant in confusion. Grant pulled out his pistol. He closed his eyes then pulled the trigger.

Shea felt numb. Emily's face had exploded. Sparkles of bone and flesh matter scattered around Grant. Grant's eyes narrowed.

"You're going to help me kill Fraser, my brother," he said to Shea. "Now on we go."

Shea felt crestfallen. He had to drag himself as he followed Grant, leaving both Rachel and Emily behind. "I can't kill him," he mumbled to himself.

Grant didn't hear him. When they got to the van Grant instructed, "Open the back doors. Take his feet and get him out. Leave him on the ground after. You can go home once I'm through with him.