Chapter 89

***Levi.***

I guess even my voice sounded alien to me, but I didn't care. I lost all sense of rationality, the moment Cyril confessed.

Tina had died an awful death. She didn't deserve to die the way she had and all because of this bastard.

"And what's that?" Cyril sneered.

"Give up the real name of your employer and your entire clientele. Turn yourself in." I had a blank look. I was calm.

"Or what?" Cyril inched closer, snarling.

"Or face death, the same way you had killed those girls." I warned.

He stared at me, gauging me. His armor cracked, but he masked it with something.

"You don't scare me, Levi, the way you scared the others. I'd be caught dead, before I turn myself in."

Unsuspectingly, Cyril deftly lowered himself.

And before any of us could catch up to his game, he pulled out a gun from inside his ankle and shot.

A man beside Liam fell to the ground as the rest of us took cover. The entire place drowned in the sounds of retaliated gunshots.

In no time, there were some of Cyril's men dead. Some injured. But we all continued to shoot. All our men slipped on night goggles, leaving Cyril's men in the dark.

I darted my eyes in search of Cyril and found him crouched beside one of his men, edging towards the far end of the tunnel.

"Liam, Blake, cover me. Am going for Cyril." I uttered over the communicator. The sounds of guns deafening. It was a blood bath, but no one cared. Everyone was fighting for survival.

"Sure." Liam's response came.

Crouching low, I dodged the bullets, drawing closer to Cyril. He fired a few shots, his eyes anxious as he darted them about. I pegged the two men on either side of him and shot. They fell dead, while Cyril bolted for cover.

I ran after him, catching up to him as he reached the deep end. He fired a few random shots and I crouched behind a wall. Cyril could barely see a thing as he blindly ran. But I could and watched him silently from my vantage point.

He ran pulling out his phone as a torch. I stealthily followed, catching up to him as he hid behind a broken wall. He fired another shot and I knew his bullets were out.

"It's over, Cyril! Turn yourself in and you wouldn't have to suffer!" I called, breathless. There was silence. Only the echoes of guns from the others reached us.

"I would never succumb to you, the way the others had! The way Rowan had!" He called, loudly. Panting from all the exertion.

"Did it hurt that bad; seeing Tina dead. Her body mangled to the point of no recognition?!" Cyril jeered. Provoking me. I stilled my breath, trying to ease the tightness that suddenly took over.

"She called for you, you know; when we fucked her! She kept calling for you. Asking you to save her. Ten of us. But we didn't stop. We just continued. Each having turns. Until she grew still beneath us!" Cyril laughed darkly. The confession inciting an ache in me. My insides, grappling with fury as I pictured his vivid description.

The coroner had suspected possible rape. But her body had been too destroyed for evidence. It had been a gruesome murder and this man had been responsible for it.

For years, I had battled the guilt of been unable to keep my promise to her. I had searched futilely for evidence on her killer. Now I had him.

"You must have been a good fuck for her. Calling you. Too bad though you couldn't save her!"

*Yeah. Too bad I couldn't save her that night. But tonight, I would put her to rest.*

Standing up, I fired a shot, pulling a shriek from Cyril. He gathered himself and ran in the direction of a dim light hanging deep in the tunnel. I followed him, my steps quick and precise.

I fired another shot and this time it hit his left thigh. Cyril cried out, falling face down to the dirt covered floor. He crawled on the floor, shifting for cover. Clutching his thigh. Blood seeped from the wound as he tried to stem the bleeding.

He had no weapon, his hands trembling.

"Fucking bastard. You shotmy leg!" Cyril growled. I eyed him, then fired another shot. His other thigh.

"Jesus, man!" He cried. Groaning and writhing on the floor. His blood seeping.

"Am going to bleed to death, manPleaPleasefetch me a doctor man. I can't fucking die like this" He pleaded, weak from all the blood loss.

He raised bloodshot eyes to me. His energy slipping away as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"PleasePleasehelp me" He pleaded. I stared at him. Coldly assessed him. The emptiness that he was. This worthless being, who had killed countless women. He had gone on to live his life and those girls had wasted.

"What was it you said, '*death is the familiar game of the underworld*?' I guess you wouldn't mind the same happened to you, right?"

He couldn't be more ashen than he already was. I raised my gun to his face and fired. The bullet broke through his head.

I heard footsteps and turned around to see Blake and Liam coming up beside me.

"Levi, you alright?" I heard Liam say, breathlessly. I nodded. Blood filling back into my lungs as I managed to breathe again. It seemed the world was colored again. Engulfed in flowers and rainbows. I inhaled a steady breath, inhaling Kenya in the process.

"Kenya." I breathed. My world had meaning with her near. I could see color.

I pulled out my phone, switching it on. Voicemails from Kenya. I didn't even bother to check them. I only did one thing. My heart pounded in my chest as I texted three words. As I allowed the release I craved.

***Me: I miss you.***

***11pm.***