Chapter 116

James

Herbert managed to clear his head of the surprise attack and raised his head. When he saw Andy, his eyes widened, though no one was sure what his expression meant. Shocked surprise?

“Andy? Fuck!” he muttered. “You’re really Andy? Fuck! Look at you!” He came charging forward, which took Andy by surprise. “I’ve been searching all over for you.” He laughed out insanely. “Come back to me, Andy. I want you. Fuck, I want you both back. Uncle will take care of you both.”

Andy was sickened at Herbert’s words. What the hell is this man going on about? He was mental; that was for sure.

The way Herbert seemed rather pleased to see Andy and wanted to embrace the boy in his sick, twisted way paralyzed Andy in his spot. He felt he was that young boy again, trapped in fear and anxiety of the tyrant uncle who had bullied, molested, and raped him.

Before Herbert got ahold of Andy, Matt smoothly stepped in front of the boy. Herbert came to a complete stop as Matt’s fist flew into the man’s face.

Herbert went tumbling back.

“You’re not touching Andy again,” Matt said coldly. “He’s mine now.”

Herbert spit out blood from his mouth. “Fuck!” He laughed loudly, as if he found something very amusing. “Well…” He continued, his eyes on Andy with a sort of leering expression that disgusted him. “Andy is fucking beautiful. No man can help himself from wanting to fuck that tight ass of his.”

Andy finally managed to snap out of his paralysis and barked, “Fuck you, Herbert. You’re so going to pay for what you did to my sister.” Without thinking and in one swift action, he pulled the gun from Matt’s waist and pointed it at Herbert.

James, who had Mia in his arms, said loudly in warning, “What the fuck are you doing, Andy?”

“Andy, put the gun down!” Matt said through gritted teeth. “Put the fucking gun down, Andy.”

Mia, who was watching her brother with tears in her eyes, shook her head. She couldn’t utter a word as her whole body became rigid in fright. God, she didn’t want her brother to be a murderer. “No… Andy…”

“I’m going to kill this bastard, Mia. He’s hurt you so bad,” Andy said, his hands shaking as he pointed the gun at Herbert. “He hurt us so bad. It’s the only way. He needs to pay for what he’s done.”

“It’s not the way, Andy,” James said.

Matt was behind Andy now and gently put his hand on Andy’s arm. “I know how much you want this for him,” he said. “We all know the bastard deserves a death sentence, Andy, but you’re not the one to do it. Listen to me. I don’t want you to dirty your hands in this sort of shit. Your hands are clean, Andy, and I want to keep it that way.” He moved closer and said softly, “I don’t want you mixed up in this bloody world, Andy. Think of your sister.”

Andy’s hand was wavering now, and he hesitantly turned to look at Mia. When he saw his sister shaking her head, crying, and begging him, “No… Andy… Don’t do it,” he growled loudly in anguish as he fell to his knees.

“I want to kill him, Matt,” he said in anger and frustration. “I really do. I hate him. Hate him so much for what he did to us. I…” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Please make sure he gets what he deserves.”

Matt nodded as he took the weapon out of Andy’s hands. Then he roughly grabbed Andy by the arms and hugged him tight. With his lips against the boy’s hair, he said, “You know James and I will.”

Andy clung to Matt as he tried to hold back the cry that desperately wanted to escape.

Then Scott came into the room and said, “Everything all right?”

“Scott,” James said. “Take Mia to the car and wait there.”

Scott said, “Sure thing,” as he came forward.

Once James transferred Mia into Scott’s arms, he said, “Leave us.”

Matt said, “You, too, Andy.”

Andy reluctantly nodded and, a moment later, headed out of the room after Scott.

Once the sound of retreating footsteps disappeared in the distance, James and Matt eyed each other and then returned their attention to Herbert.

James was the one in command in this situation, and he went to stand close, in an intimidating manner, in front of Herbert.

Herbert, despite his big stature, swallowed hard at the sight of James. There was undoubtedly a sense of wolflike demeanor about the man in front of him, ready to take him down and devour and slay him.

“Who…who are you people?” he asked, his voice shaking.

James said bluntly, “I’m Mia’s boyfriend, James Maxwell, a very powerful man.” He nodded toward Matt behind him. “And that guy? He’s my best friend and happens to be Andy’s boyfriend. I don’t need to tell you that he’s my business partner and helps me run everything, right?”

At the information, Herbert went pale as a ghost and started sweating like a pig. “Look… I didn’t mean to… Mia… She’s my niece, and I just…”

James shook his head in the negative. “I don’t want to hear your fucking pathetic excuses, Herbert. In fact, I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you except for your screams.”

Herbert shook his head as fear overwhelmed him. “You…can’t…kill…me,” he stammered.

James put his finger to his lips as an indication for Herbert to shut his trap.

Herbert obediently nodded as his eyes flickered toward the exit. Of course, both James and Matt noticed and knew what he was up to.

Suddenly, Herbert made a mad dash toward the door. Matt, however, smoothly intercepted the man and sent his fist flying into Herbert’s face again, sending him staggering backward and hitting the wall. James charged forward, and with a cold rage that had been simmering within him since he had found out Mia had been kidnapped yesterday evening, began beating the shit out of Herbert, who begged and cried for his life.

Once James had enough, it was Matt’s turn, and by the time Matt had enough as well, Herbert was sprawled on the concrete floor, a bloody mess. He barely looked like a human being, and it was doubtful anyone would recognize him now, considering the condition of his face. There were probably a few broken ribs as well as limbs for sure.

“I’m…sorry,” Herbert murmured. “I’m…sorry…I…I…did…those things…to…to…Mia… An… Andy… I’m…sorry. Please….mer…mercy… Have…mercy. Sp…spare…life…”

James’ face was a dark mask as he took out his gun and pointed it at Herbert. He said coldly, “You didn’t spare a thought for Mia’s life, did you? And you beg me to spare yours? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” With that, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet buried itself into Herbert’s forehead, killing him on the spot.

As Herbert fell back, dead, Matt said, “Fuck! I wish I was the one to pull that trigger.”

His eyes still dark with rage, James said, “We better get going.”

Matt nodded.

As they went down the stairs and toward the main warehouse, Cole met up with them. James knew that Cole had sorted Sophie, and damn, but the man looked rather satisfied, unlike James. Fuck, he wished there was more he could have done.

“Clean up the mess, Cole,” James said.

“Roger that, boss,” Cole said. “Err, is Miss Donovan safe?”

James nodded. “She’s safe, Cole. Thanks for your help.”

Cole sighed in relief at the information and nodded in appreciation. “No worries, boss.”

James and Matt then headed out the door while Cole called for his men for cleanup.