Page 39 of A Monster's Obsession
Abbott was lying on the floor bleeding; he’d been shot in the stomach. And Brennan had Sasha in his arms holding a gun to her head. The coward was standing behind her and using her body as a shield.
“You’ve already fucked up, cousin. Just let Sasha go.”Flynn spoke in their native tongue. His tone broke no argument. And everyone knew if Flynn said anything, you better listen.
“That motherfucker killed my brother. He killed Cara!”Brennan yelled in Gaelic from behind Sasha as he pointed to a groaning Patrick Abbott.
“You think we don’t know that! We just couldn’t prove it yet. We were getting evidence!”I yelled, also speaking in Gaelic. I was unable to keep control of myself, but I wouldn’t totally lose my cool because I couldn’t take the chance on him hurting Sasha.
“You stopped working on finding evidence as soon as you married her. You don’t give a shit about my brother or Cara.”Brennan sneered as he roughly pushed the gun into Sasha’s temple. I growled and stepped forward, but Darby held me back, and Flynn stepped in front of me.
“Do you honestly think either my brother and I would be this close to Sawyer if he didn’t care about what happened to Cara? She was our only sister. He would never give up; why do you think we’re here?”Darby questioned, moving closer to Brennan.
The man seemed to be thinking about what the twins were telling him. His brows met in the middle; he was frowning so hard. He obviously hadn’t thought this plan of his all the way through. There was no way in hell I would ever let him live after this, maybe that was part of his plan to die some kind of martyr for his brother.
“I wanted revenge for my brother. I thought it was Sawyer’s fault. He even said it was his fault.”Brennan shook his head in denial.
“It was my fault because I was arrogant, not because I wanted them dead. I didn’t kill them.” I explained to the younger man switching back to English.
My gaze finds Sasha, and her face is covered in tears. I know she doesn’t understand what’s happening because we weren’t speaking in English, but I can see the shadow of fear covering her beautiful face. My anger is palpable when I take in her anguish. Again my wife is in danger because of me, but this time I’ll be damned if she dies. No fucking way!
“Let Sasha go, and we can talk about this. You know now that Abbott killed your brother. We can work this out.” Darby pleads with his cousin, and the man lets Sasha go. She runs into my arms, but I push her behind me.
“Leave the office, Céile. Jason is downstairs,” I say, never letting my eyes leave Brennan. Without argument, I hear her heels clicking quickly out of the room.
“I’m sorry. I just…” Brennan shook his head. If he hadn’t betrayed my trust, held my wife at gunpoint, and tried to ruin my life, I might have felt sorry for the kid. But there’s no room for emotions at a time like this.
“Twins. Leave.”
“No! This is family. He knew the price, and we will be here to make sure he pays it.” Darby answers in English.
I nod and point my gun at Brennan’s head. He drops his weapon and looks me in my eye. He would’ve been an invaluable soldier if he just would’ve listened. I pulled the trigger without preamble. He crumpled to the floor with a loud thud. I felt nothing at the sight of Brennan’s dead eyes.
As I turn to walk out, Patrick Abbott groans once more. “Shut the fuck up!” I shoot him in the head and continue out the door.
I’m a monster. And nobody fucks with my wife!
Chapter 21
SASHA
After the traumatic incident with Brennan, I took some time off from the gallery. We had to get it remodeled anyway with all the bullet holes everywhere. It was a warzone, and my poor gallery paid the price. However, there was no mention of it in the news anywhere. No tv, magazine, blog, or tabloid even caught wind of the shootout. It was amazing what being in a powerful family allotted you in life.
And although I got away with not having to explain anything to the authorities, my parents were different. We managed to put off dinner for another night, but Rosie and Daryl were ready to whoop my grown ass for avoiding them, so I had to bite the bullet and introduce my parents to my gun toting gangster husband.Not that I told my parents any of those details about my new husband.
Sawyer was able to use charm that I didn’t know he possessed to soothe my parent’s concerns. My father was more upset that I had gotten married than my mother was, which shocked the shit out of me. My mother was just happy I found a rich, handsome man to marry me, her words not mine, but my father was pissed that I brought home some strange white boy, again his words not mine.
In the end, though, they warmed up to the idea that their only child was married. Well, after I promised my mother a big wedding that she could help plan and a grandchild within a year. Sawyer made that deal, and I’m not sure how he plans on getting me on board with that one, but if I know my Monster, I’m probably already pregnant.
I smile at the thought of a little green-eyed monster with brown hair and a take charge attitude. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. If I can handle my husband, I can surely handle his child. Well, at least I hope I can. My mother-in-law gives me the encouragement that I need. Anna is forever telling me how she managed to wrangle not only her four bullheaded sons but their equally bullheaded father.
I have to say; Anna was surprisingly happy when Sawyer told her about our marriage. She confessed that she just wanted her oldest son to be happy, and she engulfed me in a warm motherly hug to welcome me to the family. Now I look out at the sea of people, and I’m happy to have such a large brood.
“Céile, are you happy?” My husband comes up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist. He kisses my temple and sways us to the music that’s playing.
“Yes, husband. I am ecstatic.” I smile up at him from over my shoulder, and he leans down and kisses my lips.
This time our wedding ceremony was filled with all our loved ones. We said our vows in our spectacular garden, and now our reception in our back yard is in full swing. It sounds funny calling all these acres a “yard,” but that’s what it is.
The large white tent is decorated with white fairy lights on the ceiling with a large chandelier hanging in the center. Each round table is covered with shimmery white linens with silver place settings. The white mix of carnations and roses with touches of lilacs serve as centerpieces for each table. The decorations were a compromise. My mother wanted glitz and glam, and I wanted shabby chic. So we went with plain white with a little shimmer.