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.

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

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 was no easy

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 that society would be better off without him. But even then,

I was capable of

had taken it too far this time. They had gone too far with Olivia’s house. And not just

a stray bullet had hit him? What if it had torn through his body, taken him down?

He had put my son’s life in danger just to get at me, to hurt me, to break me. And what if it had worked? What if I had