Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 309

NICK

The sound of Xander’s breathing, shallow and laboured, filled the otherwise quiet room. I had worked on him for hours, taking my time, careful to ensure that he stayed alive, just barely. His body had been through a lot, more than anyone should ever have to endure, but that was nothing compared to the pain he had inflicted on others. I had worked him to the brink of collapse, keeping him conscious just long enough to get the answers I needed. But I needed him alive, at least for now.

He had finally passed out. I wiped my hands clean on the cleth I kept nearby and connected the IV drip to his arm. The needle slid into his skin with ease, an almost mechanical motion, as if I had done it a hundred times before. I wasn’t proud of this moment, but there was no turning back now. What I had to do was far from over.

I took a step back and glanced at him, lying motionless on the cold floor. His face was bruised and battered; evidence of the struggle I had put him through. I didn’t want to think about it. I never wanted to do something like that to him. But somewhere along the way, things had changed. Somewhere along the line, I had made a decision. And now, had to see it through.

this, none of the pain, the mess, the lies. I just wanted Olivia safe. But somewhere along the way, this had turned into something

than I had to. Luke could deal with him. This was his mess, his business. He was the one who had dragged me into this mess in the first place, and now it was his responsibility to clean it up. But even as I thought this, I knew there

Olivia and to others. And when heard the details of the horror, he had subjected her to, the full extent of his cruelty, something inside me broke. That was when I decided

was capable of until I

They had gone too far with Olivia’s house. And not just her house.

bullets had rained down, hit me like a ton of bricks. What if a stray bullet had hit him? What if it had torn through his body, taken him down? What if he had been paralyzed, unable to walk again, trapped

of it twisted my insides. It had been Xander’s doing, all of it. Every part of it. He had put my son’s life in danger just to get at me, to hurt me,