♥ Chapter 62 ♥

Magnus Darkmore.

Anger bubbles inside me, a heat that seems to overflow every cell in my body. The long-awaited moment has finally arrived, and now, Ronan stands before us, lying on the ground like the worm he always was. My anxiety is mixed with a burning desire for justice, or rather, revenge. The suffering he caused our Yara, the physical and emotional scars he left her, it all ends today.

I approach, feeling the weight of decision in each step I take. He tries to lift his head, maybe to say something, but I don't give him the chance. Before he can open his mouth, I land a kick straight to his face with all the strength I can muster. The sound of bones clashing is as satisfying as I imagined.

''Did you like that, motherfucker? '' I shout, my voice coming out almost like a growl. ''Isn't it good to hit?

I don't expect an answer. Another kick, this time to his stomach, with the same relentless fury. He doubles over, wanting to try to protect himself, but unfortunately, his hands are cuffed. I hear the air leaving his lungs in a muffled groan.

''It's not fun now, is it? '' I continue, every word full of contempt. ''When you hit her, it was fun, wasn't it? Now that you're getting beaten up, it's not so good, right?

His moans and screams are music to my ears. It's as if, with each blow, he was eliminating some of the pain he caused Yara. His suffering is a balm for my soul. I feel relieved to finally get justice.

Damien and Kael approach, with the same determination in their eyes. They share my fury. Damien wastes no time, kicking Ronan's member so hard that the bastard lets out a high-pitched scream, full of despair. The sound of him suffering is sweeter than I could imagine.

Kael, always meticulous, lands a kick to Ronan's ribs, and the sound of bones breaking echoes in the warehouse. A smile forms on my face as I watch his body writhe on the floor, unable to bear the pain.

I walk away a little, heading towards one of the police officers waiting in the shadows. He hands me a baseball bat, the weight of it in my hands comforting. I hold it tight, as if it were the extent of my anger. I return to Ronan's body, who is coughing up blood, his face distorted by pain.

''It's your turn now to suffer, Ronan. '' I mutter, my voice cold and emotionless before delivering the first swing with the bat.

The thud of the bat against his body is as satisfying as the sound of the screams of pain that follow. He begs, the words coming out confused and broken by moans.

''Stop, please! '' he shouts, his voice cracking miserably. ''Please let me... let me go...

Each plea only increases the dark pleasure I feel seeing him like this, humiliated, begging for mercy.

''Are you begging now? '' Damien asks, his voice thick with sarcasm. ''And when she begged, huh? What were you doing? ''The answer is obvious, but the silence that follows is filled with rising tension.

Damien steps on his member again, eliciting another scream that echoes through the warehouse. I see the blood start to flow more intensely. The marks of our blows are all over his body. His face was swollen, his ribs were visibly broken, his flesh was torn by the impact of the bat.

Kael lunges forward and delivers a kick straight to his face, blood spraying onto his boot as he cackles in disdain.

''Did you really think you could escape all this? '' Kael growls, his anger boiling over. ''Yara now has three men madly in love with her, and we would do anything to make sure she is happy. Even if it means getting blood on our hands. '' His voice is sharp, full of conviction. ''We could even send you to prison, but it's much more fun to see you suffer like this, like the animal you are.

Kael's every word is cold. I pass the bat to him, and now it's his turn to continue the show. Without mercy, Kael repeatedly hits Ronan's broken body. The sound of the impact is brutal, Ronan's screams are desperate. But none of us feel sorry. This bastard deserves every second of pain.

When Kael finally gets tired, he passes the bat to Damien, who wastes no time. He aims for Ronan's legs, and each blow is more lethal than the last. The sound of bones breaking fills the warehouse. Ronan screams in agony, each scream sharper and more desperate than the last.

''Hear him scream, Magnus. '' Damien laughs, as he continues to slap his legs and thighs. ''He knows it's ending.

I laugh dryly when I hear Ronan's despair.

Damien gives me the bat back, and now it's my turn to finish the job. I hold him firmly, the weight comforting in my hands, and I start to pat his arms. One blow after another, until I heard the sound of bones breaking under the force of my blows. His shoulder cracks grotesquely, and he begins to cry in pain. Each blow erases a little more of his arrogance, and that fills me with satisfaction.

When we finally tire, Ronan's body is unrecognizable, broken in every possible way. Kael signals the police, who hand over three weapons, one for each of us.

I look at Damien and Kael, who look back at me. We know what to do. Without hesitation, we aimed our weapons at Ronan's destroyed body and fired. One shot after another, the sound of the shots echoing in the warehouse until the bullets ran out.

The silence after the shots is almost deafening. Ronan is dead. No more shouting, no more pleading. He's gone, finally, and the weight of justice, or revenge, hangs in the air, a mixture of relief and satisfaction.

Kael looks at the police officers, who have been waiting until now with their arms crossed, observing the scene with professional indifference. He gives the order without hesitation, his voice firm and implacable:

''Burn this bastard. Marcos will send the money to you.

The police officers exchange glances, already accustomed to the type of service. There are no questions, just a slight nod of agreement.

''Thank you, sir. '' one of them responds, emotionlessly.

Without wasting any time, we left the shed and walked towards the car parked outside. We had already planned everything in advance. We knew our clothes would be covered in blood, so before we came here, we stopped by a clothing store and bought some clothes to exchange. Furthermore, we don't mind undressing right here.

I remove my bloody shirt, throwing it on the floor, as Damien and Kael do the same. The metallic smell of blood still hangs in the air, mixed with the heat of the night. We put on our clean clothes in silence, a knowing exchange of glances between the three of us. This was the end of a long journey.

Kael picks up the bloody clothes and takes them back to the officers, throwing them all into a black bag. He hands it over to them with one last order:

''Burn those too.

They nod in silence. We've done what we had to do here, and now, all that's left is to wrap up the details. We get in the car, and I take the wheel. The engine growls softly as I start the car, and we begin to drive away from the warehouse, leaving behind Ronan's mangled body and the smell of blood about to be burned.

For a while, the car remains silent as I drive toward our house, until, out of nowhere, Damien lets out a loud, heartfelt laugh, breaking the silence.

''We finally got rid of that bastard. '' he says between laughs. ''Damn, it was so fun beating up that bastard.

Kael joins in the laughter, shaking his head as he looks out the window, eyes shining with satisfaction.

''Yes, it was really fun. '' he agrees, his voice still charged with adrenaline. ''And the best thing of all is knowing that his parents don't live here, and it seems like they don't even have contact with him anymore. '' Kael smirks, his tone loaded with malice. ''I told Marcos to plant some false things in that bastard's company, you know? Stating that he used the company just as a front to sell drugs. Marcos even paid some of his employees to continue with this story. Soon the company will be closed, and he will be wanted for trafficking. Everyone will think he ran away to avoid being caught. Ah, being rich is wonderful.

I chuckle, shaking my head, in awe of my brother's sharp mind.

''You are a danger, brother. '' I comment, still laughing.

Kael laughs back, pleased with himself, and Damien is leaning against the backseat, chuckling softly as the sound of the car moving fills the rest with the space between us.

We continued laughing together, a sense of victory hovering in the air. Now, our Yara is safe. With Ronan out of the picture, she's ours alone, protected by three men who would do anything to keep her happy and safe. There is no one left to bother you, to hurt you. She is ours, completely.

And this feeling is better than any other in the world.

PENULTIMATE CHAPTER.