Page 15 of The Retaliation You Deliver

The second I step into the hallway, I hear their voices from the kitchen.

Anger swirls around me that they haven’t got the fucking balls to talk with me in the room but are happily gossiping about me when I’m not there.

“I’m glad I’ve given you all some fucking entertainment.”

Three guilty faces turn my way.

“No, Lee, that’s not what—”

“Do what you want. Talk away. Try to imagine what it’s like. I’m going out.”

Without hearing another word from them, I storm out of the house without thinking.

Once I get outside, the spot in the driveway where my car is usually parked is empty.

Fuck. My car.

Storming back into the house, I march straight up to Luca.

“Give me your keys.”

“Uh… I… uh…”

“Give me your fucking keys.”

“Fine,” he sighs in defeat, digging his hand into his pocket before throwing them at me. “Don’t fucking break her.”

“Would I?” I ask, rolling my eyes and turning my back on them and storming from the house again before Luca can remind me of what happened to his very first car.

I don’t need to hear him tell me about how I wrote off his first love when I collided with a wall.

It was an accident. One he’s never going to let me forget.

The second the engine rumbles to life beneath me, I feel a little more settled.

I love driving, it’s one of the only ways I found I can really forget and put things behind me, well… until Macie.

Being in her company made everything go quiet.

With her miles away in Miami right now, and with the memories of what I just told everyone in that room rattling around in my head, everything is as loud as it’s ever been.

And I need it gone.

I’m on the verge of getting everything I ever wanted.

Revenge on Macie and vengeance on her uncle.

Yet, I don’t feel anything like the relief I expected to feel when the time finally came.

If anything, I feel more lost than ever.

I drive on autopilot as my head spins with the events of the past twenty-four hours. My grip on the wheel is tightening until my knuckles turn white and the almost healed cuts from my last visit to my father are splitting open once more.

I sit in Luca’s car outside of the warehouse, which holds my prisoner and I stare at the dark building.

What happens next?

I’ve got to Macie. I can get to Richard. Okay, so Macie could warn the staff or even move him before I get a chance to make my move, but something tells me she won’t.