Perfect Monster: A Fake Marriage Mafia Romance (The Oligarchs)
Perfect Monster: Chapter 39

It happened so fast.

My men stepped out from the shadows and opened fire. There were a lot of people caught in the crossfire, and some of them were important.

I’d pay for that later, when this was all over. Too much collateral damage. The other Oligarchs would be angry, very angry.

I didn’t give a shit.

Men lay dead at my feet. Irishmen, bodyguards that had snuck in with the other guests. That was smart—I hadn’t expected it. But it didn’t matter.

I caught them out in the open.

Oisin underestimated my desire to end his life.

He never thought I’d stoop to this. A slaughter at my wedding. Important people, members of powerful crime organizations, at least one politician, serveral wealthy businessmen, dead on the ground, all to get at him.

He had no clue what I was capable of.

How far I’d go to get what I wanted.

I looked back and saw Cassie. She crouched behind the altar, staring at me with those beautiful, plump lips hanging open. Cassie my wife, my bride, my future.

I kicked aside a corpse and waded through the overturned chairs toward Oisin.

The old man watched me with tired eyes, and he tilted his chin up in my direction as I approached. Cassie’s dad knelt with his hands behind his head, as if that would do him any good.

“So it’s come to this then,” Oisin rasped. “Killing a bunch of people just to get to me. Crude.”

“Effective.” I raised my gun and aimed at Oisin’s head. “A mirror of what you did to my father.”

“Ah, except in that case, only your father died. And here, I see several enormous problems pooling blood. You caught me, but at what cost?”

“Everything,” I whispered.

This was the moment I waited for.

Finally, Oisin was mine.

The wreckage of the world lay at my feet, and once this night was through, the real war would begin. There was no way I’d walk from this unscathed.

I’d torn apart the underworld, all to get what I wanted, and we’d all deal with the fallout.

But it was finished.

Everything else, that was an afterthought. I could deal with it. I’d pay the price, grovel if I had to, give up territory and power and money.

I’d survive, and Oisin wouldn’t.

“Where do you go from here?” Oisin asked. “You’re so much like your old man. Do you know why I killed him?”

I sucked in a breath. I hated being compared to that bastard. “He was pushing your people aside. You thought I’d be an easier target.”

“I killed him because he was a ruthless fuck. He was dangerous and someone had to make sure he couldn’t keep murdering to get what he wanted. I thought you might be a better, more able leader, but I was wrong. You’re just as cold as he was and I’m afraid I’ve created a monster.”

I shoved the still-hot gun against Oisin’s skull. He clenched his jaw and pulled back, eyes wide with fear.

“You don’t know me at all,” I said, leaning down into the old man’s face. “My father didn’t care about anything except himself.”

“And you do?” Oisin seemed genuinely curious.

“For a very long time, I didn’t. I thought about power and death and nothing else.” I glanced at Eamon, then back to Oisin. “Until I met my wife.”

“Ah, interesting. So you do care about the girl.”

“I love her. And when this is over, I’m going to put the world back together, because she deserves it.”

“I wish you luck.”

I pulled the trigger. Oisin’s blood and brains splattered out against his chair.

And it was done.

Finally, after all this—

I got my revenge. A rush of excitement rolled through my veins. I felt elated, dizzy, incredible—but it quickly dissipated, leaving me alone, deflated, and angry.

Was this all I worked for?

One dead old man that was halfway there without my help and a massacre that I’d pay for with my own blood.

I earned this kill. I orchestrated this, brought in my witnesses, made my move.

I succeeded. I dominated my foes.

So why didn’t I feel better?

I looked back and saw Cassie running toward me.