Sociopath's Revenge (30 page)

Connor

Benjamin and Richard entered the courtroom with smirks on their faces, probably anticipating the victory giving the cocky attitude of their lawyers.

They seated on the right side, their gazes locked with mine as they studied my expression probably trying to figure out if they used to know me too.

Thankfully to the twins, my sister and I escaped their clutches and we'd never know what it was like to be hopeless with no escape in sight.

No more.

Not one more child would suffer because of them. I wasn't naive, eliminating one organization didn't mean that the world wouldn't have such fuck ups anymore but to know that at least one of them was out? Yeah, that fucking felt good.

"Everyone rise." We all stood up as the judge Esteban darted into the room and sat on his high chair along with his gavel.

"Please sit." We listened, and he continued. "We are here today to hear the hearing against Benjamin and Richard Hill." Both parties nodded, and the process began.

Four hours later the verdict was made.

Both were sentenced for life, with no parole or chance of appellation. Their lawyers couldn't predict I had the file on them Dominic gave me; so playing innocent wouldn't have worked.

They would be transferred to colony with strict regime.

And there they would get ultimate revenge.

Life among the nastiest criminals but even those criminals had values.

Child abusers and rapists simply didn't survive for long in prison.

Take that, motherfuckers.

Three Months Later

Sapphire

"You still have the chance to run away. I'll cover for you," Rosa said with a straight face while Amanda and Annie choked on their champagne.

Frankie giggled loudly, smacking Rosa on the arm. "Stop joking around." She wiggled her brows at me. "Who wouldn't walk down the aisle to such a hunk?" she said dreamily, and my eyes narrowed.

"Mine." Everyone laughed again, but I just shrugged. Apparently, his obsessive tendencies had started to rub off on me too.

A soft knock on the door preceded Luke entering the bridal room wearing jeans and a navy blue shirt, which hugged him perfectly. "Are we ready?"

I checked myself one last time in the mirror and couldn't believe the happy and vibrant woman who appeared in the reflection. "Yes, we are."

"Wait!" Frankie shouted, grabbed her cell, gathered all the girls close in a circle around me, and raised it so we would have everyone in the picture.

I was so thankfully for all those beautiful ladies in my life. Back in my teens, I always thought Sophie would be with me on this special day. Damian showed me reports on her life, as I was curious to know how her life turned out.

She married Steve three years ago, and they had a baby boy and based on pictures she seemed happy. Although part of me longed for what we used to be, we both changed and both of us had no place in each other's life. However, I was happy she finally found peace and the man who loved her unconditionally. I did check up on my mom too, and she lived in France enjoying the country life with some French man. I couldn't forgive her for ignorance and fear, but the child inside me was glad she had someone by her side.

"Group selfie is a must." Her words snapped me out of my thoughts and I smiled widely. She clicked a few times and then with a satisfied grin pushed me toward Luke, who agreed to walk me down the aisle. He and Juanita were the only grandparents my baby had, and the only parental support present at our wedding. I got to know the old, gruff man in the last three months and it was evident for anyone to see how much he cared for all his "kids."

He placed my hand under his arm as the girls lined up. Annie agreed to be my maid of honor and thank God for that. I simply didn't have the patience to choose flowers or dressing for salads or create the menu. Mostly before the wedding, I focused on finishing my three books so we could freely travel for the next five months. Damian decided his gift to give me was an extended honeymoon, which included a tour through Europe and the Middle East. Kristina would stay with Luke and Juanita in Houston because we simply didn't trust her safety to anyone else. The man had a freaking castle for a house!

"Girl, how are you still not pregnant?" Frankie asked Rosa, as we stood waiting for the music to start to play. Rosa's cheeks heated as she looked down, and all of us watched, because everyone wanted to know. "I figured he was just going to breed you quickly, no questions asked." She elbowed her. "Or you guys just have hot sex all night long? I love those kind of nights."

Luke groaned beside me as a grin spread across my face. Connor's little sister wasn't so innocent anymore. "I so don't want to be present for this conversation."

Frankie just waved her hand. "Whatever, man, I'm curious. Plus, I caught you and Juanita making out by the kitchen last night."

Luke scowled, and the girls giggled because everyone knew the pair had the hots for each other. Why they didn't hook up sooner was beyond me.

"Maybe because I'm still a virgin."

Everyone blinked and stared at Rosa with their mouths open.

She was what now? Dom followed her around like a dog guarding his bone, not to mention the heated stares and possessive embraces. How could she still be a virgin? Before anyone could comment, though, the processional music started, and any thoughts about Dom and Rosa left my mind.

Time to marry my Sociopath.

Damian

Standing in the middle of the beach with a few friends and family members, while my brother stood as my best man next to me and the priest with an open book, I resisted the desire to pinch myself and double check my reality, even if it made me sound like a fucking girl.

The little boy who had lived eight years in the cell with no hope for the future couldn't believe in the happiness constantly present in his life.

"Daddy, the music started," Kristina said excitedly, and sobered her face looking cute, but at the same time hilarious wearing her little suit.

My little girl rejected all pleadings and dirty looks from the girls who showed her one beautiful white dress after another with flowers in her hands. She just kept saying no and no, and one day climbed up on Sapphire's lap as we were sitting on the couch and palmed her face. "Mommy, I really love you, but I don't want to be your flower girl. I wanna be Daddy's best man with Uncle Dom." Her words warmed my heart, and I held her in my arms the whole night while she slept on my chest.

At the moment, she held our wedding rings as her excited eyes shown as bright as the sapphire and diamonds in the bands.

The procession began with Frankie, followed by Amanda, Rosa, and Annie. All the women had identical strapless pink dresses that blew in the light ocean breeze. Their hair was made in some up hairdo and oddly enough, despite their differences look-wise, all of them were stunning.

Finally, my Sapphire came into view, and my breath stilled inside me.

Gorgeous, beautiful, even those words were not enough to describe her beauty or give it justice. I pushed all my possessive instincts back at seeing Luke holding her so close and focused my attention on the vision in blue.

We both disliked the color white as it brought too many unpleasant memories of spending time in the hospitals, so she settled on sky blue, which only brought out more the vividness of her sapphire eyes.

Her wavy, black hair was pushed over her shoulder where it was clipped back, leaving visible her graceful neck that I loved to lick and suck so much. But then, there wasn't a part of her that I didn't like to suck or lick. Her chiffon dress was an unusual design; it ended just above the knee in the front, but behind her, it draped down to the sand creating the illusion of a long veil. Sapphire's bare feet had anklets that I longed to run my tongue over as her feet rested above my shoulders when I'd push hard inside her. My cock stirred in my pants.

Not now, later. I'll have her in our bed later.

Finally, they reached me. Luke put her hand in mine. The familiar electricity ran through us, and her breath hitched. Her eyes focused on my lips as hers opened slightly, begging for a kiss.

Rules could go to hell.

My mouth ended up on hers in a passionate kiss. Everyone whistled and catcalled while the annoyed priest's voice said, "Dearly beloved—"

Dominic

Watching Rosa dancing with Kristina tugged on my heart, but I couldn't do anything about it. I barely contained the desire to snatch her from this party and go back to Irkutsk. Her mocha hair would look splendid against my black silky sheets, not to mention her vivid black eyes. My hands itched to lower down the zipper on her dress and run my fingers over her skin while trailing kisses down her back.

However, leaving my twin's wedding was out of the question, so there was nothing else to do but sip whiskey and count for the party to be over.

"Well, don't you look happy for me?" Damian teased, sitting on the chair next to me. He followed my gaze and smirked. "Sucks to be the one watching, doesn't it?" Ignoring his words, I continued to drink while he added, "Women talk, you know." Furrowing my brows, I glanced at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" Damian raised his brow while his mouth twitched, barely containing laughter that wanted to spit out.

Blyat.

Women talked.

I’ve never had a real relationship before, and this small fact sucked. The last thing I wanted was for people to wonder why she was still a virgin if she had been with me for the last three months.

Little Rosa probably forgot to mention the sex was supposed to happen on her terms, and so far she gave me no permission to touch her. Sometimes, it surprised me how much control I willingly gave her just for a chance to prove she could be happy with me.

Maybe I shouldn't have kidnapped her from her father, and waited patiently. But the possessive nature in me was impossible to control; plus, I couldn't have had my woman running around in New York when important business awaited me back home. What if some other fucker wanted to steal her? No one could be trusted with her protection, but me. "Drop it, Damian," I said with a warning because twin or no twin, I'd be damned to discuss my woman with another man.

"Trust me, I wasn't about to ask you about your sex life." He winced "She's a sister to me. Still reining in my desire to smash your face for touching her." I rolled my eyes at this; apparently everyone seemed to think they had some kind of right to my woman, when it fact, she belonged only to me.

Not to her father.

Not to Damian.

Sure as fuck not to herself. My life and hers were forever entwined, so everyone better fucking get used to that.

He held my eyes with his; his had a wistful expression in them. "I just wanted to know if everything was all right with you?" For the last three months, we had shared few phone calls. I came to visit them once but besides that, they didn't establish amazing connection all of a sudden or bonded over the experience. We just couldn't even if we tried. I loved my brother, and he loved me as default, but we simply couldn't ignore all the years we spent apart. Plus, we had a big distance between us, the entire ocean.

Before I could answer him, Don joined our table and sat down opposite us with the serious expression on his face. "Can I have a moment with you two?" Damian and I shared a look. Since when did the man ask anything? The entire night he was busy flirting with Mary, Sapphire's single friend, and he hadn't paid much attention to us. We nodded, and he cleared his throat. "I still hold a grudge against you, Ragazzo." He let me know with steel in his eyes that was easy for me to understand. I kidnapped his child, and our mafia houses were currently at war. We agreed for a truce during the wedding, but all bets were off once it was over. "But there is one thing I wanted to give to you. Both of you." He placed the brown, rectangular envelope on the table and motioned for us to open it up.

Since Damian made no move toward it, I picked it up and tore it open as several photos slid down all over the table. Pushing the envelope aside, I focused my attention on vivid pictures that must had been taken at least thirty years ago due to the quality of the photo and the wardrobe.