Jac's Revenge: A Jac Moonshine Thriller (Jac Moonshine Thrillers Book 1) by G R Jordan

Author:G R Jordan [Jordan, G R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carpetless Publishing
Published: 2023-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I’ll tell you right now, I didn’t think once about the men in that establishment. I didn’t think once about what had happened to them; all I cared about was I got Kelly back. They were dead. All of them were dead, and they deserved it. I guess in that moment, Jac Moonshine truly took over.

Prior to that, everything I was doing came at a risk. There was a nervousness; there was a feeling inside that I was some fraud pretending I was an avenging angel.

I always thought that I couldn’t get angrier than when Alan was killed. I couldn’t get angrier than when I was standing in the kitchen being fondled over. A dead man’s widow. But then they came for my daughter. They say that about women, don’t they? That’s our young! We will defend our brood. A woman doesn’t know how to kill until she becomes a mother. You suddenly have something that consumes you. It’s your own, and you’ll fight tooth and nail for them. More than that, we’ll tear people apart for them.

I don’t know if men ever get how strong that is. Randazzo’s men got to understand what it meant, or at least they saw the fury of it. Looking back, I’m stunned by how thoughtful I was during the actions. It wasn’t a rashness, a craziness that set in. You see that so often, people going over the top, but never in a position to deal with the situation in front of them. Just lashing out at it. No, I dealt with it and I dealt with it well.

Kelly slept in the next morning. I didn’t. I got up, went for a run. There was so much wound up inside me, so much anger and hate that it had to come out. It had to be put somewhere because I know from my martial arts training that if you don’t channel it, if you don’t let it come out in the right way, you make mistakes. I could make a mistake from my inexperience, but I wouldn’t make a mistake letting my emotions get the better of me.

I pounded the streets for some six or seven miles before I came back to the house, and as I did so, I saw a car parked outside I recognized. Part of me wanted to run up to that car, smash the window, take the man inside apart, rip him in two, hold him up for all the world to see. But I had time. You can see down our street for a good thirty seconds when you’re running, so by the time I reached the car, I was composed. Eddie Tumbler got out of the front passenger seat and waved me down.

“Mr. Randazzo would like a word with you.” I watched as he rounded the car and opened the rear passenger door.

“In there?”

“In here.” It was a different tone from Eddie, one that made me wary. Sometimes when they come round and they’re all macho and trying to win you and own you, there’s a gentleness to the voice.

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