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Cillian

My Sweet Little Lamb,

I’m so sorry you had to watch your father being killed, especially at such a young age. A little girl should be running around giggling, not having to scrub their father's blood off the floor.

It took all my strength not to fly to Greece and put a hole between your Grandfather’s eyes for suffering he has put you through.

I wish I could say I’m surprised about how cruel he is, but I’m not.

Chef Oisin has been trying to teach me how to make a proper gyro, but so far, it has been unsuccessful. It’s either not cooked long enough, or too long.

I may have burned a few and I'm not sure who was more pissed at me Chef Oisin or Molly for the burning smell in the kitchen.

I’ve been banned, but I’m going to try to sneak back in there and try to cook again. I will let you know if I can get away with it.

I’m pretty sure I’ll only get away with it because I told them I’m practicing making it for you. Chef Oisin says hello, and he misses the sweet Greek beauty.

I want you to be able to tell me anything, the good, the bad, or the ugly. I want a happy marriage like my parents, even though they had a rough start, I see how much they love each other. I want that for us. I want to see your eyes light up when I walk into a room, I want to be the pair of arms you find comfort in, to be the shoulder you lean on when you can’t hold the load.

And I can’t wait for our future to start when you’re ready.

I think once you come home, we will start that trip. Keenan got a planner for you to make sure I’m not hogging all your attention, like he could stop me.

I’m allowed to hog your attention, I’m your husband.

I went to see Dillion and Lucas today. I put new roses there. I sat with them for an hour and talked to them about you.

How is therapy going? Are you having nightmares? Are you in any pain from the attacks? If you need anything, let me know, and I will make sure you get it.

Please be careful, Bia. Your Grandfather has been causing quite a bit of trouble, especially since he knows you are not here. I trust the De Lucas to keep you safe but stay alert. I don’t know what he has planned but I know it can’t be good.

I won’t force you back home; when you’re ready, let me know, and I will make sure you arrive home safely. I will be honest, until I know what your Grandfather has planned, I’m going to have you stay at the mansion. I will do anything to keep you safe. I’m trying to find out what he is up to and deal with it before you can be hurt.

Just promise me you will be careful, that is all I ask.

Your husband,

Cillian

I hope she is being careful; she has already been through so much. I miss her and crave to hold her in my arms but until then I can enjoy playing with Tristan some more.

He gets to stay alive until Bia returns and then he will have an agonizingly painful death.

I get up and make my way down to the basement. Since I can’t deal with Xander; yet I can at least make one of her monsters suffer.

I hear flesh being pounded before I open the door. Aiden is laying into Tristan.

“You worthless piece of shit.”

“You okay, Aiden?”

He stops and looks at me. “No. I always thought the fucker was a snake, but what he did to Bia… just fucking pisses me off, and I needed to release my anger.”

“I know you do. I feel the same, trust me, and he will continue to suffer until she is comes home.”

He nods and walks away from Tristan; I hand him a rag to clean his face.

“You have plans for him?”

“I do.”

“Alright, I’m going to have a run, but I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Don’t forget to be on time for the twins’ birthday dinner. Mam will have your head if you're late.”

“I’ll be there, I promise.”

I nod and turn my attention back to Tristan who is slumped in the chair. I walk toward him and cut the ties behind his back. I grab one arm and secure it to the arm of the chair before I move and do the same to his other arm.

I grab the metal bat off the table before waking up Tristan.

I swing the bat back and crack him in his jaw.

“AHHHH!”

He gurgles as blood pours from his mouth.

“Glad you could join me,”

I say as I roughly tap his busted jaw with the top of my bat.

“Fuck you,”

he attempts to say.

“What’s that, Tristan? I can’t understand you.”

He tries to talk again but it comes out a gurgle.

“You can save your breath.”

I raise the bat up by my head, putting all my strength in it before I swing it into his shoulder. He screams and chokes on the blood in his mouth.

I swing the bat up and down his arm, making sure I shatter the bones in his arm before I move onto his other one.

Once I’m done, I toss the bat to the side. I enjoy seeing him in so much pain, looking so pathetic. Blood and snot dripping down his chin, tears on his cheek, and him panting in pain. This is only the beginning.

He made sure Bia couldn’t fight back when he attacked her. Well, he is about to get the same treatment but much worse.

I get the hot plate I requested to be brought down here the other day. I set it on the tray and turn it on. I wait until it is hot enough that I know it will give him third degree burns.

I bring the tray over to Tristan and pick up one of his hands and place it on the hot plate. I thought his screams were loud before, but that was nothing compared to now. I keep his hand on the plate for three minutes before I pick it up and harshly slam it on the arm of the chair.

I turn off the hot plate and get the acid for his other hand. With all his bones broken in his arms, he is like a limp doll I can move however I want. I drop his other hand in the container of acid, and he continues to scream. I guess the pain is too much because he pukes all over the floor; some even splashes on my feet.

“Fucking nasty fucker,”

I say, raising one of my hands and punching him in the nose.

“Keep your puke off me,” I snarl.

I keep his hand in the container for another minute before I remove it. I cut the ties around his ankles, I grab him by the hair and drag him to the chains.

He tries to fight me but a stab to his knee stops him from trying to scramble away from me.

“Fucking stay still.”

I wrap the chain around one wrist before I move to the other. Once I have him the way I want, I pull on the chain and raise him until he is dangling a few feet in the air. He cries out in pain; must suck to have your limbs stretched beyond their limits.

I grab a long dagger before grabbing a ladder, and when I’m in front of him, he tries to headbutt me and knock me off balance. I chuckle, shocked he thinks that would knock me off balance.

I drive the dagger through both hands and the concrete, just like he did to Bia.

His scream is so loud, I actually slightly cringe.

I yank his head back and make him stare at me. “You thought you could rape my wife for months and I would never punish you for hurting her? You knew Meredith was unfaithful to me and I didn’t care because I didn’t care about her, but Bia is different. If anyone hurts or upset her, they will suffer at my hands.”

Once I climb down the ladder, I grab another knife and walk back over to him.

“You can know exactly how much pain she was in,”

I say as cut across his stomach and then stab him in the groin.

I stab him in his leg before walking away. I call the doctor, letting him know Tristan will need to be patched up but not to take him down, he can stay up there for a while.

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