“Every part of her body will belong to me by the end of the night.”
Kenneth went crazy, tipped over the chair he was in, and writhed on the floor. “You motherfucker,” he screamed.
Duncan kicked him a few times before he took a step back. “Put that shackle on his ankle. I don’t want him getting away.”
He waited until his man snapped the cuff on Kenneth.
“Does anyone have a lighter?” Duncan asked.
“I do, boss.”
Duncan took the lighter and looked around the kitchen. He doused a towel in vegetable oil, poured the rest of the bottle around the man on the floor, got another glass of water, andwalked over to throw more water on the guy because he wanted him to know his fate.
Kenneth tried to fight, but Duncan waited for him to relax. “You made a huge mistake taking my Angel, and now you’re going to get the ultimate sentence.”
Duncan lit the towel and smiled when Kenneth realized what was happening and tried to fight his way out of the shackles and ties.
Duncan threw the towel down a foot from Kenneth and watched the flames catch. “Go on out. I’ll be right there,” he told his men.
He crouched down away from the flames and thrashing man. “No one fucks with my family and lives to talk about it.”
“You motherfucker. I’ll see you in Hell.”
Duncan left and walked to his men, who stood several feet from the cabin. He watched as bedding and furniture caught fire. A high shrill scream came from inside, and he waited until it ended, telling him the man was dead before he turned and walked off.
They hadn’t gotten half a mile when he saw the Jeep coming back for them.
“Here, boss. I thought you’d like a ride.”
“Thanks, Terry.” Duncan got into the front and took one more look at the cabin that was collapsing as one huge fireball. “Let’s go.”
When they got to the other cars that waited close to the road, Duncan slid into one. He appreciated the fact he wouldn’t have to ride over all the potholes and rocks again.
“Take me to the Morettis.”
“Yes, sir.”
Duncan got on his phone and called Alastair. “Hey, brother. I’ve got Angelica and took care of our problem.”
“Thank God.”
“I’m going to go to Angelica’s house, but I’ll be bringing her home in a bit.”
“We’ll be here. Nice job, Duncan.”
“Thanks for the help.”
“Always, brother,” Alastair said and hung up.
Duncan sat silently all the way back to her house. He strode up to the door and walked in.
Mateo came toward him with a big grin and a hand out. “Damn, thank you so much for getting her back. Her mother was about ready to lose it.”
“Of course, I’d go for her. She’s mine.”
Mateo slapped him on the back.
“Where is she?”