Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(80)

Savage satisfaction fills me just to see it. Just to know how much this is going to destroy him.

While he’s still reeling from watching himself fucking his sister on the big screen, I lean in and catch his attention.

“Oh, one more thing,” I tell him. “I told the FBI about your illegal dealings and all the money you’ve got hidden in offshore accounts. They’re looking into all that now, so…”

Julian doesn’t even react to that. He’s still in that shocked stupor, lips parted and eyes unfocused.

Before he recovers, we slip through the crowd.

The video is still playing, and people are still murmuring, some voices getting louder as people express their disgust. They’re not making any secret of how fucking gross they find all of this, and it feels good to hear it.

We leave the house, but instead of going to the front where the valet would get the car for us, we find the lot around the side of the house where all the cars are parked. It’s easy to pick Julian’s out, since we’ve seen him in it before, and Gage grins at me and hands me the house keys he keeps on a ring.

I grin back, taking the key and dragging it along the shiny red paint job of Julian’s car. The guys get in on it, using their own tools and keys to carve shapes and symbols into the paint. Knox grabs a big rock from the side of the lot and drops it right on the hood of the car, leaving a massive dent in the metal. He picks the rock up again, and this time he throws it at the windshield, leaving spider-webbing cracks behind.

It’s the most fun I’ve had in a while, and I let myself enjoy every single second of it.

Everything else we have planned and done to him was to dismantle his empire. To ruin him and make sure that no one can follow in his steps once he’s dead.

But this?

This is just petty, and I fucking love it.

He obviously never loved my sister, but I have a feeling that he’s the type of person who loves his fucking car.

I’m breathing hard as we keep fucking with the car, and Knox looks over at me with that grin on his face.

“You look like an avenging angel,” he murmurs, his eyes glinting with pride in the lamp light.

I like the sound of that.

Once we’ve done enough to ruin Julian’s car, we get into our own and peel out of the lot. But we don’t go far. Instead of driving off back home, we stick around close enough that we can see the entrance to Alec’s house.

I wish I could be inside the house to see what the fallout is, but I can imagine it pretty well. There’s not a lot someone can say when everyone who’s anyone in the upper crust of Detroit has seen them railing their sister.

“He’s so fucked now,” Knox says, practically cackling with excitement. “He spent all that time kissing ass when he got there, and now those same people will know he’d rather be kissing his sister’s ass.”

“That’s gross, Knox,” Ash groans, making a face and miming throwing up. “Fucking foul. That video was... a lot.”

“It was a good video,” Gage puts in. “Not the content, obviously, but the footage you got. Good job, Knox.”

The big man beams. “It was almost worth it to have to watch all that shit just for this moment.” He twists around in the passenger seat to look at me. “Are you happy, little fox?”

I grin at him, letting it be the monstrous one that we share sometimes. “I just wish I could be in there to see him losing his shit. I bet he’s falling apart.”

“Maybe he’ll run,” Ash suggests. “I mean, what else is he going to do? There’s no way to explain himself, and they’re not going to want him to stick around after seeing that.”

We keep our eyes glued on the house, watching for signs of people coming and going.

“Probably not,” I agree. “I can’t imagine he’ll stick around long.”

“He’s going to have to go into damage control mode,” Gage says. He sounds thoughtful, thinking like a businessman trying to recover, probably. “There’s not much he can do to save face, but he’ll try to salvage this. He has to if he wants to get anywhere.”

And we’ll be there to make sure there’s nothing left to salvage. I love that.

A little while later, Julian comes out of the house. He’s obviously reeling with emotions, rage practically radiating from him. His hands are balled into fists, and he stomps his way over to the valet.

There’s a short exchange, and it looks like Julian is a second away from cussing the man out. The valet holds up his hands and goes to get Julian’s car. A few minutes go by, and the valet comes back, without the car.

He looks anxious, and he keeps his distance as he appears to explain to Julian what happened.

Julian immediately flies into a rage at the man, yelling and waving his hands in his face.

From next to me, Ash mimics what he thinks Julian is saying in a voice that makes him sound like a cartoon villain. “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you know how much I’m worth? You fucker! You idiot! You buffoon!”

“Yes, sir,” Knox says back, mimicking the valet, making him sound tired and fed up with this shit. “You’re the guy who loves banging his sister, aren’t you?”

We burst out laughing at that, watching as Julian stomps a little ways away and pulls his phone out to make a call.