Chapter Forty: Unleashed Fury

Lillianna’s Point of View

When I left Grace's place, I noticed someone following me at a distance. I didn’t slow down or acknowledge that I was aware of their presence. Working for the organization, I knew they were not working independently. If the driver were following me, there would be another person nearby. I knew it was too good to be true that Aamon was on his own. After all, he was the Don’s grandson, the heir to the organization.

I turned onto a rural road to get off my bike and hide amongst the trees to give myself cover if I needed to defend myself. The one thing I had left was my life, and as much as it sucked right now, it was mine. I wasn’t going to give it up lightly. I slowed down, parked quickly and then ran into the forest, waiting for a vehicle that never came. Interesting, I wonder who Aamon had watching me to be able to anticipate my reaction so well.

I stood alone in the vastness of the forest, surrounded by deafening silence and released a raw, guttural scream. My scream echoed back to me, a desperate cry for release from the weight on my shoulders. I continued to scream into the abyss, torn between needing to be heard and wanting to hide. Like, what the fuck? What did I do to deserve this? I’d lost everything - my best friends, my crew, my job, I had nothing left. Unless… I could get it back.

I distanced myself when Xavier betrayed our crew and struck a deal with the government. The others believed I was just looking out for my interests. And perhaps I was. But when they were released from prison and offered me a chance to rejoin them, I didn’t respond. I had wanted to keep my options open at the time. I’m glad now that I decided to wait.

All it would take was one phone call. They were wild, unpredictable, and oh-so tempting. Revenge simmered in my mind as I licked my lips, remembering the thrill of our past escapades...and what we could do now that we were all free again. If I couldn’t have Xavier, no one would. My boys would be happy to take care of that for me. I would just have to cut Alex loose first.

I returned to my motorcycle and concluded that heading home was the wisest choice. I trusted the security system in my apartment and felt that I was simply under observation for now. Aamon would only take action with a valid reason. My survival hinged solely on my friendship, or my past friendship, with Grace.

I rode home quickly, pushing my bike in the darkness. The rush calmed me as much as I could be satiated with the anger boiling within me. Without remorse, I planned how to end things with Alex. He had grown fond of me, but I couldn't care less. He was just a means to an end, and the sex was the only thing worthwhile about our arrangement. But now, he served no purpose.

I made up my mind to dump his ass in the morning, just before reaching out to my old crew. They always provided a welcome distraction, and I knew they wouldn't hesitate to indulge me in whatever naughty mischief I had in mind. It had been a while since I’d been tied up and fucked roughly, and they loved that shit as much as I did.

I entered my apartment and quickly locked the door, tossing my purse and keys to the side before collapsing on my couch. The boys would take care of Xavier, but I wanted to deal with Rei. It wasn't a matter of if she would die but rather how and why. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't harm the kids or Grace; they could stay with Aamon and would eventually move on from losing their mother. In all honesty, they were better off without her anyway.

Rei had taken everything and everyone from me. And now, I wanted to inflict the same level of excruciating pain on her. It would be even worse than I had done to Greg and the Ravenscroft family. An unsettling growl escaped my lips as memories of my vengeance towards her flooded my mind - ensuring those bastards would never lay a hand on Rei or our children again. Just like Xavier had done with me, Greg had only ever used and manipulated her for his twisted desires.

I would let Xavier and Rei have their little date. He would crush her anyway once Xavier was completely honest with Rei. She would push him away, making it easier to get to her. The only thing that would make it difficult to achieve was if Aamon watched closely.

It looked like Grace and Aamon were getting back together. That meant he was going to claim her, offering his protection publicly. If Grace knew everything, Rei would also be welcomed into the family. I didn’t have much time.

Where would Xavier take Rei? We lived in a small town, and there weren’t many options. For a serious conversation like Xavier hoped to have, it would do it in a public spot that was quiet and intimate. The tiny family run Italian restaurant, he would take her there. If I knew Rei well, and I did from observing her from afar for years with Xavier, she would run off to the washroom for a good cry when he told her everything. I could be waiting in there, ready to extract her. I’d need a car, not a bike, to leave with her.

The boys were fully capable of dealing with Xavier in that secluded restaurant. He would have no escape if they decided to attack him, and the authorities would be too late to save him. The thought of him suffering, bruised and battered on the unforgiving pavement shattered my heart. Is this really what I wanted? Did I want Xavier dead because I couldn’t have him? There was no coming back from something like this. What was I going to do?