Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I pull out my Glock and aim it at his head. The shock that’s painted on his face tells me he wasn’t expectin’ me to kill him. But he can’t live. I pull the trigger to put the bastard out of his misery.
The sound of the gunshot echoes through the air. Lowering the weapon, I turn to find Sully enter. He’s been the Cleaner for a few years, and he’s good at what he does. I wouldn’t want anyone else doin’ this for me. He drops his cigarette on the ground, before glancin’ around. It’s a mess.
“Monster,” he says with a smile as he grabs the gloves from his rucksack. Ready to work, he has a bag of tricks which will cleanse this place of the violence.
“Clean this mess up,” I tell him as he dons his gloves. The thick black plastic will ensure he doesn’t get his hands dirty. The man is a feckin’ professional when it comes to messes.
I step out of the warehouse into the weak autumn sunshine. It’s only goin’ ta get colder from here on out. Rebel saunters up to me. My VP has been with me for as long as I can remember. We grew up as youngens in the streets of Belfast. When bombs were easily bought and sold, where violence was as normal as the feckin’ sun rising. Most didn’t witness what we did. They went about their daily lives, but we knew what it was like to have death on our doorstep.
“The fecker give the address up?” he asks me when he stops in front of me. He offers me a smoke, which I accept with a nod.
“Aye.” I pull in a lungful of air once I’ve lit the cigarette, and I blow out a cloud before saying, “I think we’re goin’ ta need to pay Bragan a visit today.”
“I’ve asked Racer to get on the weapons run,” he tells me.
The club runs some guns for the Italian mafia in London. They contacted us a couple of years ago to help keep tabs on shipments that come into Ireland. I wouldn’t want to start shite with an outfit like theirs, so I agreed. The money is good, and we need the income.
“I think we need to tell them to slow down the stock comin’ in,” I tell Rebel. “That’s two feckin’ shipments in a month. If we’ve got eyes on us from the Irish mob, I don’t want them to see connections with the Italians.”
“Bragan will be dead soon.”
“Aye, but he’s still got men in Dublin, and Belfast. We may not have all their names yet, but those feckers will be watching. I can’t guarantee we’ll be safe.” The one thing I always make sure of is that my men aren’t in harm’s way, at least for the most part. Our lives are a constant stream of danger, but if we can stop it, then we do.
“Understood,” Rebel says. He kills his smoke and looks up at me. “It’s coming on to the anniversary.”
I didn’t want to think about it today. My focus was on finding the man who has been the bane of my existence for most of my adult life. The one who took my family from me.
“Which is why I need to find the fecker,” I tell my VP.
He knows that the anniversary of my mother’s death is tough for me. It’s coming up next week, and I have to go through the feckin’ heartache again. If I can tell her I’ve avenged her death, it would be a weight off my shoulders. I don’t want her lookin’ down on me, watchin’ me kill when it’s not for the benefit of innocents. She needs to know her son was brought up right, that I remember the values she taught me.
Even though I chose my da’s way of life, it’s Ma who made me the man I am today.
“We will,” Rebel assures me.
Now that we have an address, it’s goin’ ta make life a lot easier. I know the house Moore was talkin’ about. It’s one I’ve looked at so many times before, unknowingly. An estate that was housing a killer. Most of the mob homes have deeds with names that don’t belong to the members. It’s their way of keeping the bastards safe. I’ve hated the mob for as long as I can remember. I’ve heard the stories about them, how they’ll hurt innocent women and children. The wee ones payin’ for the sins of their fathers without knowing what’s happenin’.
“We need to get to that house,” I tell Rebel.
Confusion is clear on his face as he looks at me before Rebel warns, “We need a plan before we go in guns blazin’.”
“If we waste time, he’ll have the opportunity to get away.”
“I’m not saying we shouldn’t go there today, but we need backup. Let’s at least get the rest of the brothers. They can bring the van,” he says then, and I realise he’s right. I can’t afford to fuck this up. We should make sure when we walk into that house, we’re the ones with the advantage. Bragan isn’t goin’ ta be sitting there alone. He’s goin’ ta have men surrounding him. He’ll ensure his security has been amped up.