Alek nods, a pleased smile spreading across his face.
“Sean killed my ma, knowin’ I was watchin’, trapped in a wardrobe, helpless to help her. I was five years old. Then for years, he pretended he had my back when, in reality, he was keepin’ me close, tryin’ to control me. He cared not for me. He only cares for himself.”
“Fucker,” Alek curses under his breath. “Now I understand your need for vengeance. This is very personal to me because my daughter, Irina…she didn’t have the best start to life either. So, I ensured everyone who did wrong by her suffered, and I will do so for the rest of my life.”
“Then ye know why I need to do this. I can’t just kill him. It won’t”—I pause, searching for the right word—“it won’t satisfy this burnin’ rage within me. He needs to suffer for what he’s done
