One hundred and forty-four

Talia's POV:

I turned around in his embrace and looked up at him, placing my hands on his chest. "I'm glad those motherfuckers are dead." The words came out in a low, fierce hiss. "I'm glad you killed them all."

"Yes," he said, and I saw a reflection of my rage and pain in the hard glitter of his eyes. "The men who hurt her are dead, and I'm taking steps to wipe out their entire organization. By the time I'm done, the network will be nothing more than a file in government archives."

I held his gaze without blinking. "Good." I wanted them all destroyed. I wanted Nicholas to tear them apart and make them feel Louis's agony.

At this moment, we understand each other perfectly. He was a killer, and that was precisely what I needed him to be. I didn't want a sweet, gentle man with a conscience—I wanted a monster who will brutally avenge Louis's death.