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“If yer uncle finds out, he’ll kill us,” Cian says, limping as we head toward the warehouse.
He’s still wounded, but insisted to come with Rory and me. I agreed because he deserves to be here after the lamping he took. Besides, tonight is the time for change in more ways than one.
Liam Doyle sent me a text early this morning with where I was to meet them tonight. They plan on intercepting the lorry on a backroad, a road which would only be known by someone who works for us. That’s why Uncle Sean was in such a hurry to haul arse. We need everything in place to ensure our ambush doesn’t fail.
But I need to do something before I go, and Uncle Sean ca
The warehouse is packed with our men, and their “leader,” Co
We enter the abandoned warehouse, which, thanks to Patrick Duffy, is now Co
But Co
We need to operate incognito.
Our online dealings have had no issues, and this is the way to go from here going forward. It’s time for change.
Co
“How ’bout ye give me some warnin’ next time,” Co
He’s just the man I want to talk to.
“Bout ye, Puck?” he says when we come up behind Co
Co
He’s been keeping scarce since the party, probably consoling Fiona, who’s awful scundered that her perfect party was ruined by the peelers. She can pretend the money she spends isn’t dirty money, but others aren’t as easily fooled.
The Kellys’ front—us being a family who struck it rich legally—is all bullshit. Everyone knows it, but no one has the bollocks to say it. Not until Co
“What’re ye doin’ here?” he says under his breath, but I have no interest in playing happy families.
I push past Co
“Now that I have yer attention,” I say, standing in front of the men. “We need to ’ave a wee yarn.”
Co
“Ye made a right bags of this, Co
“Don’t give me any of yer guff,” he warns, but I laugh in response.
“Or what?”
Co
“Yousens may have noticed that we’re a couple of lads short?” The men look around at one another, unsure what’s going on. “Bout ye, Da
Da
Clucking my tongue, I calmly fold my arms across my chest. “Now, I know that yer lyin’. I think yousens are, and the reason for that is ’cause I know Ronan and Nolen were double-crossin’ arseholes.”
“Shut yer gub or ah’ll shut it fer ye,” Co
“Give it a lash. I dare ye,” I reply, and for the first time in my life, I see that Co
“Yer a rocket,” Da
“Aye, that I am,” I confirm with a sinister grin. “That’s why I had no issues barrin’ Ronan from Northern Ireland. If I see him again, I’ll do to him what was done to Nolen.”
Silence.
“This is yer first and only warnin’. If I catch ye, and I will catch ye, goin’ behind my back, I’ll do ya. That’s it. No second chances. Y’hear me? And anyone who thinks they can outsmart me…more power to ye.”
Da
Before he has a chance to continue, I punch him in the nose, breaking it. He howls, putting an end to defying me.
“Ronan was in business with the Doyles,” I reveal, silencing Da
“I know who yer family are. I know where ye live. Trust me when I say, ye don’t want to fuck with me, lads. I don’t care about ye or yer families. Yer nothin’ but a worker who is easily replaced, and when I say replaced, I mean no one will ever find yer corpse.”
And just like that, the atmosphere in the room changes. I can smell their fear.
“Away now. We’re done. These wee meetin’s are no more. Ye do what I tell ya, or yer gone. Any questions?”
Silence once more.
“Didn’t think so. Fuck off now.”
With blood pouring through Da
Before Co
I look at Co
He is expressionless. “Y’heard the lad, fuck off then.”
The men don’t know how to react, but soon realize this is a new empire in which there are new rules—my rules. They soon clear out, leaving me alone with Co
“What’s this about the Doyles?”
Looking at Cian and Rory, I gesture that they’re to take Da
Gripping him by the collar, Cian drags Da
“The shipment of yokes and sneachta, the Doyles are comin’ into Belfast for it,” I bluntly reveal.
“Yer jokin’ me?” Co
“Does it look like I’m jokin’?”
Uncle Sean didn’t want Co
“How would ye know that?”
It’s now or never…
“’Cause I broke into yer office and found the address of the Doyles pub in Dublin hidden in yer drawer. I went there and became friends with the Doyles. They trusted me, and in return, I killed Aidan and Hugh Doyle for their mistake.
“Liam and Brody think I’m an American, but someone has been tippin’ them off. That’s how they knew about our lorry. That’s how Ronan and Nolen thought it was okay to go behind our backs.