Chapter 71 MY JUSTICE
SIANNA'S POV
"Why is Jazmine here?" I turned to ask Rohan, who doesn't seem to know the answers. He folded his lips and shook his head with obvious guilt. "Don't let me Luna command you!"
Whimpering, he replied in a shaky voice, "She was brought in by Gamma Blayne for treason against the High Alpha and as an accomplice in the dea....." He paused to choose his words with care, "your son."
"How?' I inquired, ready to blow. Jazmine was the last person that I expected to be the mysterious prisoner. I thought that it could have been Esme or another one of Vance's ex-lovers.
Shrugging with hunched shoulders, "I don't know. Only Gamma Blayne and Alpha Vance are allowed in this room."
Turning to face the barefaced prisoner, I firmly inquired, "What have you done? Tell me how you helped Chloe."
"I don't know what you are talking about!" Her reply was synthetic, and in a way like she did not understand her plight. "This is the second time that I am asking you, what part did you play in the criminal act that Chloe carried out?" My eyes bore into her, and she refused to answer.
The hardest part of managing my anger is that I'm also wondering if Curtis had anything to do with this in the back of my mind. I looked to my left and saw the vintage industrial metal table with weapons. Walking over to it, I scoured over each object and analyzed its usefulness. To the right, I noticed a silver sword and smiled.
Taking up the sword, I examined the twenty-seven inches blade. My dad used to have us do sword fights as a child. He was an excellent swordsman with his prized collection of the Legendary Knights of Night swords and I hope my skill never went rusty.
It was my turn to smile. I smirked at her without saying anything. Lifting the sword in the air, the fear leapt in her eyes as she watched my hands rise. By the time I stood facing her, I flashed the sword downward, and four fingers from her left hand fell to the ground. Blood sprayed out like a running pipe and the shrill that she released echoed in the room. Tears trickled down her purplish-bluish face and her breathing changed into hyperventilation.
Standing there and seeing that gruesome sight, I was surprisingly unfazed. I felt the Elite warrior's discomfort as he could only stand there and watch in silence.
"Talk," I commanded her. The tempest of impatience was on the rise inside of me.
Tremors of fear and pain overwhelmed her body. I guess she's not so bold anymore, and she looked like she might pass out.
Lifting her chin to lock eyes with mine, with my Luna command I instructed her, "You are not allowed to pass out. You will take every ounce of torture that I am going to give you."
A sob escaped her as she restrained the rest of her crying.
"Tsk. tsk. tsk," I teased with much detest, "You really are a weak one. No wonder you were so insecure when it came to Curtis."
She was trying to breathe regularly. Her eyes weakened and fluttered.
"Do you want more, or are you going to talk to me?" My patience was on a thin thread. I had the tip of the sword on her left breast where her heart was and slowly pierced through her skin. "I'll stop when you start talking."
Screaming, and more screaming. Was that all she was good for? Removing the sword, I made another swish and her right ear fell to the ground. At this point, she began to cry uncontrollably.
"Talk to me, Jazmine," I reiterated, "What did you do to hurt me?"
"I-I," She was fighting with herself, whether to say or not. Blood ran down her neck and shoulders, making its way to the black floor.
"We have the witch, and she will be charged with going against the council in addition to staging a war between species." I scoffed, "Do you think that she will cover for you? She is already saying you were the mastermind."
"Lies," a whisper came out of her. At least I was getting somewhere, but not enough.
"Do you know that with an accusation such as that, your entire family will be wiped clean?" I nagged at her fears.
With her head shaking wildly, she finally said in an undertone, "It was Chloe...... w-who came to me, and I introduced........ her...... to Zelda." The next words stuttered from her mouth as her vigor declined. "M-My fa-fami-family had n-nothing to do w-with it."
"Why? What did I ever do to you?" For her to get involved in a quarrel that didn't affect her was beyond my understanding. Especially when that came with dire consequences.
"As long as you were alive, Curtis would never see me." She cried as snot ran out of her nostrils to her mouth, forming bubbles as she spoke. "He would find some way to come back to you."
"I have no control over what Curtis does. You are his mate, and we sent him to your pack." I should be reacting to her words, but after crying for days over the ordeal, I had grown numb. Besides, this bitch won't hurt me anymore. Today, I'll make sure of that.
"Yeah, in a fucking vegetated state!" she yelled and then rumbled in her throat. "He lies in a coma. You keep stealing him from me!"
My fingers curved into a fist and I punched her in the face, under her right eye. "It is very disrespectful for you to yell at a Luna." Then a second hit across her mouth. My hand retreated and I rubbed the blood from my knuckles. Bummer, considering that I just got my nails done yesterday.
Two teeth flew to the ground leaving her mouth gangly. I collected a rag from a bin near the metal table and wiped the sword free of the drying blood.
"I hate you. I fucking hate you!" Again she shouted at me. The pronunciation of her words was slurred. Too bad that she couldn't have done anything with her hatred now because I was in a murderous zone today.
Rohan stayed to the side of the entrance door, observing and careful not to interfere. I'm sensing that he is taken aback by my torturous nature. Admittedly, I've transitioned into my wolf's attributes.
The vow that I took to avenge my son would be fulfilled today. Vance killed Chloe, so she was crossed off the list. Now it was my turn to kill Jazmine and then we will deal with the witch later. I'm happy that Curtis wasn't a part of their plan, or else I would have hated him.
"The spell that you and the witch who helped Chloe to cast had cost me, my son. I delivered a stillborn child." My fierce eyes looked into hers as I was about to morph into an infernal machine. A tornado of anger grew from the core of my stomach. "Not to mention that you almost killed Hailey. You took her child away too."
She said nothing. The irregular rise and fall of her chest demonstrated that she was in a lot of pain. My twisted heart liked that and I decided to help her out of the chains by swinging the sword, bursting the links.
Off went her feet and hands. She thrashes on the floor as her body parts are amputated, swirling in her own blood. Some of which got on my face, and my black clothes. This was the reason I wore such dark colors. As she flapped on the ground in pain and her life on a timer, I shoved her over on her back. Positioning the sword on her pussy, I sliced her body in half, all the way to her head.
It was Rohan's cough that caused me to turn my head in his direction. Three people stood at the doorway with dropped jaws, one of which was my mate.
Taking up another towel from the bin, I wiped the sword clean and placed it back into its original spot on the metal table. I walked toward Jazmine and stared at the gruesomeness of my actions. I fulfilled today's agenda. My errand was complete.
"Nobody fucks with my family and gets away with it," I channeled all the anger, hatred, and regret into the basket of air and left it with her dead body as I walked away.
The four men gaped with shock at witnessing a different side of me. Ignoring them, I thought about the immediate shower that I would have upon returning home.
"Close your mouths boys," I said to the lot of them as I walked out of the room, up the stairs, through the cells, and into the parking lot.
I used the wipes in the pocket of the car and wiped the blood from my face and hands. Rionna should not know what I had done or see the evidence thereof.
Admittedly, Vance smelt so fucking good. My wolf wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him. In his presence, neglecting him was more challenging than I had originally thought. However, that was not likely to happen until my anger was appeased. The feeling of betrayal was still soaring inside of me.
He walked out of the pack house, down the steps, and approached my car. I started the engine and drove. His image lingered in the side mirror, it minimized and then disappeared as the distance grew between us.
I went home.
VANCE POV
I was getting into my private jet when Elite Warrior Wade sent me a text message. I was too far from him for the mind-link to give us access. I opened my phone and saw footage that Sianna was in the cells.
I stopped in my tracks. What the hell was she up to? I sent him a reply to check on her and report to me if she got into the torture room where Jazmine was being held captive. Curtis and his mate were two pebbles in my shoe. My brother Alpha Virgil who pleaded for the sake of his Beta was the sole reason that she lived this long. In addition to her being the key witness to dealing with the witch through the council.
Wade: Rohan is under her command to stay in the torture room with Jazmine. We are not allowed to go in. I was directed to take guard at the cell entrance. Awaiting your instructions.
Me: Mind-link the Beta and Gamma to get there. I am on my way.
From the airport strip, I dismissed the line of men waiting for me to board, and returned to my car, driving at high speed to get to the dungeon. Sianna was not known as a violent person, but I sensed that if pushed to the edge she could be very deadly. Thus, my nickname for her was Firecat. Jazmine had ignited that fire in Sianna, and I know that if I don't make it in time, she was going to die from a mother's fury.
Sianna was past the definition of being enraged. The shock of being kicked out of my home took about three days for me to digest it. She blocked my calls and the mind-link. She threatened to change the locks or move to another state if I tried to go back into the house.
The cards that she was dealing me with were harsh. It's been three fucking weeks and I am highly deranged without her. She stays at home, and barely goes anywhere. It's my mom and Dr. Stone who visits her at the house. I miss her warmth, her voice, and our times together. My wolf has gone into remission, after badgering me to fix our relationship so that he can be with her and her wolf soon.
Work helps my pain. I've gone back into my workaholic character. The witch hunt had been successful but the council wanted to keep the witch named Zelda in their custody. I wanted to personally drag her to my pack and kill her for my people to see that vengeance was achieved for us. But to my dismay, the witch leader on the council is petitioning for Zelda to be executed at the council's domain in front of all the leaders. That would make it a private execution instead of one that sends a public message
across species.
My objective was for Sianna to see that I served her justice. That I had upheld my promise so we could reconcile. And I am willing to try for another child when she gives me consent.
I sighed.
She should not be grieving alone.
At least, if I drove fast enough to make it back to the central area before she left the dungeon, I'd get to see her beautiful face. I sink into fifth gear, pressed the gas, and drove at lightning speed.
When I arrived at the dungeon, the guards were extremely quiet and I understood why. Sianna's dark aura had unfurled throughout the premises. So the guards kept silent and obedient as a precaution to not anger their Luna, or have her dark aura strangle them.
By the time I got to the doorway to the torture room, Duke and Blayne froze at the entrance, watching my mate massacre Jazmine. Then finally cutting her body in half. I expected some level of torture but not a complete butchering. My body froze to process the sight before me.
In her state, I was the only one that could approach her without being harmed by her aura. So everyone reframed from treading an inch further. She strode over to the weapons table and cleaned the sword with the sanitized towel while singing the chorus of "Bitch Better Have My Money" by Rihanna.
Then she walked to the horrific scene where the meaty flesh laid to make her declaration that no one should tamper with her family. My wolf lunged forward, proud of his mate. My chest shivered from the drumming of my heartbeat as she trudged toward us, but she disregarded me and continued, telling us to close our opened mouths.
All the way to her car, I walked behind her. She was so tuned out that she failed to notice my shadow. I was trying to think of what to say to get her to talk to me and how to persuade her to let me go home. Would she impose a stiffer punishment if I said something inappropriate? Though it would never be intentional to hurt her feelings. Afraid of not knowing the right words to put together to say to her, I just stood there as she drove off.