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Cruel Vengeance (Psycho World Book 1), page 1
Contents
Prologue
1. Raven
2. Hunter
3. Raven
4. Hunter
5. Raven
6. Hunter
7. Raven
8. Hunter
9. Raven
10. Hunter
11. Raven
12. Hunter
13. Hunter
14. Raven
15. Hunter
16. Raven
17. Hunter
18. Raven
19. Hunter
20. Hunter
21. Raven
22. Hunter
23. Raven
24. Hunter
25. Raven
26. Hunter
Note From The Author
Connect With The Author
Acknowledgments
Also by Ruby Wolff
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Cruel Vengeance
Ruby Wolff
Prologue
Hunter
There's a lot of talking tonight about shit I don’t care about. Business I’ve fixed, so why are we still talking about it?
“You’re aware they need to be told—”
“And I’ve told them!” I bark at Theo—he’s Hnery’s oldest son, but only two days older than me. I’m certain he hates me as much as I hate him. He hates the fact that I have more control of the family business and I am feared by the people on that scale, while he's the joker of the family.
“Well, maybe it’s time I do it.”
Now he’s a man I’ve thought about shooting a few times. I’ve pictured doing it so many times now it almost feels real. My finger twitches to pull the trigger and put a bullet between his eyes, but I stop myself. Where is the fun in that? I’d take my time, beat him slowly until he’s fighting for his last breath. That's how much I despise the man.
I lean back in my chair and turn to Henry, who’s watching me like a hawk; we share a silent conversation between us. I curl my lips up a little, half-sneering to myself but saying nothing to Theo because he’s not worth my breath or time, and focus my attention on Colin.
“Zara has submitted your name. Part one is ready... Part two awaits your approval,” he informs me. I keep my eyes focused on him as he puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it up.
I watch the flame dance and sparkle in front of me, the firestorm whispering a promise of destruction to anything it touches.
I scream in pain. The fire stabs my upper arm like a knife. Tears escape as the burning smell of my skin hits me. My lungs begin to feel dry; inhaling the smoke is making it hard to breathe.
I look around for my parents, but can’t see anyone through the thick smoke.
I fight for air, pulling some of my t-shirt over my nose and mouth to stop myself breathing it in, but it’s not working. The fire is getting higher up the walls, the smoke turning into black clouds around me.
I’m trapped in this cage of fire and nowhere to run.
“Hunter,” Colin calls my name, breaking me away from the thoughts of a night that’s haunted me for so long and may continue to do so.
“You ready to start? Your name has been submitted. Now, let’s move on to the next step.”
I rub my upper arm, still feeling the residue of what that night did to me, what it left me—a reminder of what I have to do. I nod my head to let Colin know I heard him.
They say a memory can hold a great deal of power. A good memory brings you joy, but a painful memory only brings you suffering, agony, and torture. That’s what my memories have done to me for the last twenty-five years. It’s suffocated me into someone who only seeks revenge on the man that took my family away from me.
I stare out at nothing; for ten years, I’ve been working on this plan—my plan to destroy the man who took everything from me.
There is only one place for me to start.
His daughter.
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Raven
I thought I had time, weeks, months, but no. Today is the day Hunter Armstrong is coming. Tonight, it’s a new start to my life.
When my dad first mentioned this deal between Hunter and him, I laughed. My dad had gone crazy. Yes, we want to take over London, but I never thought it would be this way.
I wasn’t happy or angry, I was confused.
I didn’t understand why my dad wanted to work with them.
One day, I knew I would marry a man my dad felt fit for the family; a family to join forces with, making us untouchable and more powerful in England. But I never thought we would join forces with the Frazer family. We’ve never had a problem with them; they keep to their side of London and we keep to ours, so it surprised me I would marry someone who would give us nothing more in England than we already have.
Dad sat me down and told me about Hunter's plan. I was impressed with his vision and having the future Mayor of London on my side. It can become quite useful.
“You’re to marry the future Mayor of London. Do you realize the importance of that for us—”
“Oh please, I think he needs us more than we need him. Plus, the last I checked, you hated the Frazer family,” I shout at my dad. If I loathed a family to this extent, the last thing I would want is for my child to marry into them.
“Not hate; they’ve always kept to their side, and we’ve kept to ours—”
“And when you want to stop with the same bullshit story you’ve been giving us, I’m all ears,” I tell him.
I have no idea why my dad will never do business with the Frazer family, but I’ve never had a reason to ask. We have our shares of the territory cut out, so as long as they stay there, I don’t care.
“In the long run, this agreement will favour us all.” My dad cups my face and plants a kiss on my forehead. “We will have all of London.”
One problem is, I don’t trust him.
I don’t know why, but my gut is telling me that Hunter has a bigger game plan in mind, which doesn't involve me or my family.
I haven’t met him yet. There were times we could, but I had more important things to work on, and meeting Hunter Armstrong wasn’t one of them.
No matter what, I was going to marry this man whether I liked him or not, so why meet him?
Hunter and Dad have spoken a few times and came to an agreement. When Hunter thought the time was right to start the plan, he would call my dad, and the plan would begin—that was the agreement.
I wasn’t happy about it, and I strongly believe Hunter wants nothing to do with me, either. We both didn’t wish to meet each other, which means whatever his plan is, he didn’t care what I looked like. For all he knew I could be ugly, have a crazy eye, or have messed up teeth. Hunter doesn’t care; he wants into my family no matter what.
So, my question is, why?
Now the time has come. Tonight, I get to meet the man they call the cruel king, a bloodthirsty killer, the future Mayor of London, and my loving husband.
I might not have wanted to meet him, but it didn’t stop me from finding out what I could about him. Hunter Armstrong was adopted by Henry and Ivy Frazer, from America. There isn’t much else said about his past. I suppose no one cares about the past when you’ve built a name in the crime world for killing men ruthlessly. Hugo once told me he kept someone alive for three weeks, so he could torture them repeatedly. In my books, it’s the perfect Friday night-out.
I hope he’s got no ghosts hiding in the closet because the media will be digging like a wild pack of wolves to find something on him. It’s no secret the Frazer family don’t play by the rules. If he wants to do this, he needs to make sure all his ghosts from the past are gone or locked in a box and thrown in the deepest ocean.
Before meeting Hunter tonight, I’ve got a few meetings to attend which are more important than talking to him. I grab the folders from Hugo and look through some of the new charities we want to work with.
My dad made sure our real business was kept hidden from the media. Our crimes are shadowed by our business. People believe we have properties and hotels, which is true. We do. But it’s what happen
The media portrays my sister, Ava, and I as England’s version of the Hilton sisters. It always made me laugh because we might be similar on some levels, but I’m sure our evening plans are quite different.
Two things I live by: make money, and have others fear me.
I put the folders down on the table in front of me, and look at Hugo's reflection in the mirror, and, to be honest, it’s not a look I want to be seeing. I let Genevieve continue with my makeup and gesture for him to talk.
“A party last night, we thought it was a poker night; turns out it was a sex party. Underage—” Hugo stops the second I raise my hand up.
I turn to Genevieve and scan her face to see her reaction—her body is locked tight and worry flashes in her eyes.
“The man who planned the party...have him ready for tonight. It’s time to get rid of another piece of shit from the world,” I command Hugo. He gives me a nod and gets on his phone to get everything ready for tonight.
Genevieve brings the makeup brush to my cheek, but I stop her, softly wrapping my hand around her wrist. “I will never let them come near you. If anyone hurts you again, I promise it will be the last breath they take,” I assure her. She gives me a small smile in return and continues to apply my makeup.
Genevieve was trafficked to England from France when she was only ten years old. Genevieve and her mum went to the park, and all she remembers was being dragged into a van, and her life has never been the same since then.
I still remember the day, nine years ago, like it was yesterday. I told Noah no matter what he said to me, I was coming out with him that night. I wanted to see the family business and be a part of it.
Noah was always protective over me, but he could see the drive, the energy, the fire to be part of the family, no matter what, inside me. Everything I know today, I learned from him. He made sure I learned how to fight, use arsenal at my disposal. Nobody touched me, and if they ever did, they’d never be able to walk again.
One night I went out with Noah, wanting to see what our family was fighting for. That night changed me when I saw a girl hiding in the corner, a few years younger than my eighteen-year-old self.
She looked so scared; I could see her begging, pleading with me to help her. Her eyes filled with tears, her lip trembling, and it broke me.
I asked Noah what we were doing. He told me the Silver family were going to know the Cummings family would do everything to stop them from trafficking girls to England. Noah and dad were going to put a stop to this crap once and for all.
The Silver family traffic girls to England from all around Europe. We knew the girls were sold, but never knew how the family kept getting away with it.
Both Noah and Dad believed no child should feel any hurt, be raped, or taken away from their families. They are children; they should smile, laugh, and enjoy being young.
Every crime family has a rule, a line they will never cross. Trafficking children is a hard limit for my family. You cross that line, you die. That’s how we operate.
I took Genevieve home with me that day, and kept her under my wing. Protected at all costs. The things she went through being held by the Silver family messed her up badly. I told her I would take her back to France to be with her family, but she shook off my offer. She didn’t want her family to see her broken. I kept offering her every month, but nothing changed. I never understood why she wanted her parents to think that she had died. I told Genevieve when she wants to go home, no matter the time of day, I will take her back. I still remember her broken answer even to this day.
“My family is you now; I will protect my sister like she protected me.”
I think the words hit me harder because Noah used to say something similar to me. “I will protect my sister, and she will protect me.”
My family offered to help with her education, so she could become a medical nurse and get a good job, but she didn't wish to leave my side. I offered her to stay with me, and so, we came to an arrangement. Gen is an excellent stylist now, who helps me with my day-to-day chores and a few other things, which puts her to good use. At the same time, she gets paid by me and still live with me. Honestly, without her, I would be lost half the time. I told her she could stay with me, but she would be getting paid, she helps with hair and make-up, and my everyday things, and a few other things which put her education to good use. Without her I would be lost half the time.
I promised her that nobody will ever hurt her again, because of the things she went through, I wasn’t going to let it happen to other girls or families.
Little did I know getting involved with the Silver family would cost me so much.
Every day, I live only to kill the two men who took everything from me, and until I find them and end their pathetic life, I won’t rest.
“Nous sommes forts,” I whisper in French to us both. We are strong. Letting her continue finishing my makeup, I look over at Hugo, who’s on the phone, not taking my eyes off him, waiting for him to let me know who I can kill tonight.
When everything started with the hotels, we had rules. Noah put those rules in places. All the rules were bold and underlined, so no one could miss them. If someone breaks a rule, there’s a heavy price to pay, and it all starts with torture. My favourite word.
“I’ve got someone to pick him up. You want the usual setup?” Hugo asks.
“Do we have some ready?” I ask.
“We always have some ready.” A smile tugs on his lips. “I think they learned from last time.”
I wanted my own style to torture someone; it took me a while to figure out what it was, but it’s different to Noah’s way. He made them scream by ripping their nails out, having broken glass under their bare feet. I wanted my own method. Something different. Unconventional.
“When will they have him there?” I ask Hugo.
I give Genevieve a smile when she takes a step back letting me know she’s finished. “It looks like it’s time for the world to know about Hunter and I. Can you start packing things up, please?” I request her.
I didn’t want to move in with him, in fact that was the last thing I wanted, but to make our relationship seem real, it needed to be done. I mean we’re madly in love, and the people of London need to believe it.
“I will get it done today.” I give her a kiss on the cheek, and Hugo and I leave the house.
Hugo’s been with me from the start. When Noah knew I wanted to take more of a role in the family business, he knew I needed someone with me, someone to protect me if needed, someone who would kill without thinking about it. Noah’s right-hand man told him his friend is looking for a job, served in the army.
Noah spoke to Hugo, told him what was involved, what the family business is; Hugo didn't mind the job, and for the last nine years, he’s been by my side, a brother I love so much.
“The team will have him there late afternoon. Because he’s at work, and it’s hard to kidnap someone from an office.” Hugo starts laughing.
“I’m in a good mood for torturing someone.”
I get in the car, ready to start my day. After tonight my life will get busier, and I will do things for Hunter’s campaign and attend events with him. If he doesn’t win after all this, it might be him I’d end up killing.
“He’s all ready for you,” Hugo tells me, opening the door to the warehouse.
Whenever I walk into my warehouse, I feel a rush of excitement, the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and my heart beats with adrenaline. A feeling I love, and it will never get old.
My heels click on the concrete floor as I make my way over to the middle of the room, smiling and nodding at my men and women as I pass them. Some of our team started with Noah and some I have picked up along the way. It’s not a big team, though, but enough as it is. An army of pawns at my beck and call.
