Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(83)

Before Gendry could say another word, I stabbed Moira in the guts and twisted the knife, tearing it through her flesh. She would bleed out all over the fucking bed, but I no longer cared. My gloved hand was covered in blood as I turned around. Gendry looked white as a fucking sheet when I approached him again.

“She called me a dirty little whore and made me feel like shit. You, on the other hand, tried to force yourself on me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten. You’re fucking lucky Stuart didn’t want me sullied or no doubt that cunt Alex wouldn’t have pulled you off me.”

His bottom lip trembled as I looked down at where his dick was still hanging out.

“Do you know he’s dead now? I bashed his fucking head in. But what you deserve… well, that’s so much worse.”

I didn’t want to touch him like this, but my disgust with this man made me do it. Reaching down, I grabbed a hold of his dick and then I was sawing through the flesh with West’s knife. The horrific screams emitting from Gendry’s mouth were ignored. When I severed his dick from his body, I smiled at him before shoving the limp organ in his wide open mouth.

“That’s it, take it like a good fucking boy.”

He choked and tried to spit it out, but I refused to let him. Whilst I held his dick in his mouth, I stabbed him between his ribs right where West had explained to me the heart was. I did it again for good measure before stepping back and watching him choke on his own dick whilst he bled out.

“Well, remind me never to get on your bad side,” Prescott said from next to me.

I looked up at him with a smile.

“He deserved it.”

He leant down and kissed my forehead.

“He more than deserved it.”

I turned to West, noting the way his amber eyes gleamed with violence.

“I think that’s everyone… we should meet up with Frankie.”

West gave me a nod before he strode over to Gendry, hauled him off the chair and threw him on the bed on top of Moira, not giving a shit about how he was placed. I put the chair back where it should be by his desk and washed my bloodied gloves off in the bathroom.

“Let’s go.”

The three of us made our way across to the family wing and upstairs to the private sitting room. Francis was sat in one of the armchairs scrolling through his phone. He looked up when the three of us entered. Stuart and Phoebe were both tied up. I noted Francis had shaped harnesses around them using ropes and chains. His attention to detail made me smile.

“Have they woken up?” Prescott asked, leaning against the wall.

“Not yet,” Francis replied as he got up, stuffing his phone back in his pocket.

I looked around the place.

“Have you seen Drake?”

“No, I thought he was with you and West.”

I shook my head.

“He was until he heard a noise and went to investigate.”

Retracing my steps, I walked back outside the room and looked down the hallway. A door opening caught my attention. I froze in place as the person exited the room. My breath whooshed out of me, spying familiar the black hair of the man I loved dragging someone out with him. My feet were immediately carrying me over to him.

“Drake!”

He looked at me and smiled.

“Where have you been?” I asked when I reached him.

He abruptly closed the door behind him. It was the master bathroom. I frowned, wondering why on earth he would be in there.

“Dealing with a stray guard and a couple of other staff members.”

I looked at the man he had a hold of. His throat was slit, but there was no blood dripping from it any longer.

“What were you doing in the bathroom?”

Drake looked behind him, then back at me.

“Nothing really.”

I waved at the man.

“That does not look like nothing.”

He shrugged.

“Where are the others?”

“In with Stuart and Phoebe. We think we got everyone.”

He started towards the open doorway I’d come out of, dragging the man behind him.

“We’ll deal with this guy, do one last sweep of the place, make sure everyone is where they should be and then we can wake Stuart up.”

I wanted to ask Drake further questions about the bathroom but decided it wasn’t worth it. We had more important things to do.

He left the dead guy outside the sitting room and walked in.

“Right. We can leave those two here. They’re not going anywhere. Let’s all walk the building, then we’ll deal with them, okay?”

The others nodded and followed him out the door. Drake picked up the dead guy and strode off in the direction of the staff wing.

It was time to make sure everything was handled here before the final act.

The one we’d all been waiting for.

The deaths of Stuart and Phoebe Carver.





Thirty Seven


Scarlett





After we walked the house, the boys carried Phoebe and Stuart from the main house to one of the outbuildings nearby. It was an old barn with beams running across it. From there, Francis and West secured a meat hook to a chain and hoisted Stuart up onto it, hanging him on the hook. He was left dangling in the middle of the space. They did the exact same thing to Phoebe.