Page 38 of A Monster's Obsession

I should’ve been questioningwhyhe wanted to be in the Nash Organization, notifhe wanted to be in it. Again, I was left dumbfounded. Betrayal wasn’t anything new to me. In my line of work, people were prone to want to knock people out of power and take their place. That’s why everything was intertwined, and we dealt with families. We married for protection, and we stayed loyal to family no matter what.

Brennan obviously didn’t have the same upbringing as I did. His family was married into the Callahan’s, not the Nash’s. We were related by proxy. Doyle and Brennan are Cara’s cousins, which makes them Darby and Flynn’s cousins as well. I trust the Callahan’s. When Cara was killed, Darby and Flynn never blamed me for their sister’s death. They came to the states to learn the business and help me find Cara’s killers.

It’s a shame that their own cousin refused to see what we did. Patrick Abbott was the reason for Cara’s death. I’m not sure how or when he got to Brennan, and it didn’t matter. When he crossed me, he signed his own death warrant.

I slammed my hands against the wall as I roared out my frustration. I let that motherfucker get too close, and he sabotaged everything he touched. The security system that he was supposed to watch had been tampered with. The gallery surveillance had been on a continuous loop for the last twenty-four hours. And because Darby was dealing with other shit, nobody noticed. Brennan also disabled the tracking devices on several of the cars as well as his phone.

Brennan was in my inner security circle. He was privy to information that others didn’t have a clue about, and he used that knowledge to his advantage. It was no wonder we couldn’t track Abbott’s whereabouts. Brennan was feeding him the information he needed to keep giving us the slip.

“Hey, man! I get it, but you need to calm the fuck down!” Darby looked up from behind his computer screen, where he was typing furiously. He was just as pissed as I was when I told him about his cousin’s treachery.

We were taught family above everything; that was the golden rule. And Brennan not only broke the rule, he tore it apart and shit on it. It was unacceptable, and he would meet a torturous end because of it.

“We need to find his ass. There’s no telling what the fuck he’ll do next. Especially since he knows we’re on to him.”

When Brennan caught wind that Markos captured Austin Thomas, he wisely disappeared. Because both men worked for the Abbott family, Brennan knew that Thomas would spill his guts if he got caught. And he definitely dropped everything. I thought back on the night before with a chill.

“Tell me what Douglas Abbott wants with Sasha?” I questioned the tied up man in the middle of the warehouse.

“He doesn’t want Sasha. They just wanted her out of the way. They want the building.” He coughs up blood, and I know he can’t take too many more kidney punches. Markos worked him over pretty good, but he didn’t have the motivation that I do.

“Why do they want the building, Thomas. Don’t start acting tough now. Answer the fucking questions before I lose my patience and kill you now!” I grit out. I haven’t killed anyone in a long time because I have men for that, but this motherfucker is trying me.

He coughs up more blood before he starts again, “The gallery used to be part of a bank. Back in the day, there were tunnels from the building that leads directly to the port,” Thomas stops because he’s wheezing and coughing and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. I cock my gun and put it to his head.

“Hurry the fuck up with the story; I need to get home to my wife.”

Thomas has the nerve to scowl at me at the mention of Sasha. And I know this bastard is crazier than I gave him credit for. Here he is beaten up, tied to a chair, and coughing up blood, and he’s mad that I mentioned my wife.

“Fuck that whore!” Thomas’ face is full of rage, but the emotion quickly turns into pain when I shoot him in his kneecap.

“Watch your motherfucking mouth. Now finish the fucking story!”

“You can move anything through those tunnels without anyone being the wiser. The tunnels aren’t on the updated plans, only the originals that are in a vault at my firm.”

“How did Abbott know about the tunnels, and why didn’t he just buy the building from Todd?” I questioned, but my trigger finger is itching because this bastard is dragging this shit out.

“Mr. Todd already made a deal with Sasha. It was illegal for him to go back on the contract they had in place. He upped the price to get out of the original agreement, which was a loophole in the contract. I knew about it because I wrote the contract myself. Todd didn’t know anything about the tunnels. He’s just a greedy old bastard. I’m the one who contacted the Wilcox group. They had the money, and I knew who they were. People like that always need underground tunnels and cutthroat lawyers. It was a win-win for both of us.” Thomas had the nerve to smile after his sleazy story.

He was almost worse than the Abbott’s, and he would meet the same fate as them. I shook my head in disgust before I put a bullet between his eyes. The quick death was too good for him. I should’ve tortured his ass more, but I didn’t have the time. I spit on his body as I walked away.

“Take out the trash! I need to go home to my Céile.” I hollered to my men as I left the building.

***

We had searched everywhere for Brennan, and his ass was nowhere to be found. I knew he hadn’t left the island, though, after I contacted Andres and let him know what was going on. Andres Bishops was the only man I would trust to help me navigate Founder’s Island underworld. He had connections everywhere, and he was happy to help.

Now, not only was the Nash Organization looking for Brennan and Abbott, so was the Bishops’. Neither of them would leave the island alive, and the thought almost had me giddy. It had been years of me putting up with the Abbott family. The Council had them protected for whatever reason, and I will be happy to inform them of all of the shit they’d been doing without council approval.

Austin’s little confession would get in the right hands, and all evidence that he ever existed would be destroyed.Rest in hell motherfucker!

“Flynn just called. There’s some shit going down at the gallery.” Jason, one of my guys, came into the office in a rush. Darby hopped up from the computer, and my feet were moving before Jason could finish his sentence.

We were already at the Port office, so the gallery was only five minutes away. The closer we got to the gallery, it looked like a war zone. It seemed like Flynn was fighting an army by himself when I noticed several burly men jump out of SUV’s and start shooting at the men dressed in blue coveralls.

The bastards were like roaches. Every time one would go down, more would come out of the building. I hopped out before Jason came to a complete stop and started firing my weapon. Sasha was in that building, and I knew Patrick Abbott was in there too. He was a fucking dead man, but if he hurt Sasha in any way, he would wish for death before I finished with him.

We finally got a handle on Abbott’s men, when we were able to make our way inside. I rushed up the stairs with the twins right behind me. When I burst through Sasha’s office door, my heart skidded to a stop at the scene in front of me.