Not Just A 'Shelby'

Chapter 35

*22 Months Later*

Six men occupied a large room filled along the walls with barrels full of rum, or as many people knew it, bread. Two men were sitting, tied in chairs.

Beaten and bloodied.

Cuts covering most of their bodies.

One ear laid on the ground as many fingers scattered around it. They had been in this room for only 3 hours.

Two men stood next to the two in the chairs. They had been the jury. Beating the men, hearing their screams. They had inflicted nearly the same amount of pain the crooked men had given out almost 2 years ago.

The last two men stood in the shadows, watching everything unfold. They had been the judge. They were their to witness, to make sure everything carried out to plan.  They had been looking for these men for the past four, long agonizing months, with a changed, devilish woman at their side.

Doors crashed open behind them as the man's screams pierced through the night. The rumble of thunder and rain became louder with the now open doors.

Dorthea strutted through the hall that lead to the room, watching as the two men that were tied stalked her like prey, even though they were the ones tied in the chairs.

"You know, my brothers taught me a mercy rule." She spoke, walking up to the men.

"What mercy rule?" The smaller man spoke.

She remembered him. He hadn't been the one to do the deed, but he watched. Never helping her once.

Pulling out her razor blade, she flipped it open, bringing it to the first man's throat. She held it close to him as she leaned down at his ear.

Whispering softly, she grazed his ear. "To show none."

Lifting her head out of the way, she made a clean Peaky cut across his throat. One that she had made many times before in the past months.

Next she walked around the bigger man. He laughed as she cleaned her knife with a rag handed to her by one of the bakers.

"What? You going to cut me too, you Peaky scum." He asked, laughing.

"No that would be too easy."

"What, Like you were?" He smiled. She punched him, square in his nose, a earning aloud crunch. He groaned.

Ollie then pulled out his gun, setting it down on the table next to her. She picked it up swiftly, aiming it at the man's head.

"I'll see you in hell, bitch." The man spat his blood at her.

She smirked as she wiped it, grabbing his chin so he could look into her now lifeless eyes. The eyes that lost their spark so many months ago.

"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven."

"The devil's wife? I always knew you were someone's bitch." He laughed.

"I not his wife." Raising the gun, she held ut at his forehead. "I am him. You made me him."

Not less than one second later the man was dead, with a two inch hole now dug into his skull. Dorthea looked over her work, feeling relief that the ordeal was over.

"I am the devil."

She was the executioner.

"Dot." Ollie called. She turned to him, leaning into his touch as his hand rested on her cheek. He moved his thumb across her face, wiping it from the stain of red that dotted it. "It's over."

Shaking her head she let out a breath. "What they did to me is not a one time thing that I can hop over like an ant hill, Oliver. What they did to me will forever haunt me." Stepping out of his touch, she looked back from Alfie to Ollie. "This was just the start. Sabini will pay for what he did to me."