Ray rubbed his hands together in glee. It had been a while since he had had to teach someone a lesson. There was a time when this had been his forte – not that he would tell Sharon that. He was looking forward to the pleasure that using his instruments would bring him as he showed that cunt Big Lenny just what the fuck he was dealing with. Just exactly who the fuck he was dealing with.

In his former life, his rep had been The Torturer. He had worked with a gang for a long time. He had made his bones and done his time. But he had enjoyed his sojourn as the main man in his field. He had known that he was born to harm people who stepped over the line. Back then his activities had been the subject of more than one fucking documentary. He had been forced to take a back seat. It had been safer for him to keep a low profile.

Now, for the first time ever, his particular skill set was going to be used for his own good. Well, bring it on. He was looking forward to giving that cunt the worst night of his life.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

Sharon was trying to sleep. The fact that she had not seen Ray yet that night spoke volumes. Why would he want her now? She had been the object of her father-in-law’s desires. She must have somehow made the man think that he was in with a chance when that had been the furthest thing from her mind. Big Lenny was the father of her husband. She wondered if he knew that Lenny wasn’t the man they had all thought he was. Either way, she could not help feeling responsible for what had happened, as if all that had befallen her was somehow her own doing. Big Lenny’s actions had completely destroyed the family, even more than his son’s had, if she was honest. He had made her feel unsafe in her own home, fearful for her safety and as if it was all her fault.