Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I pull my gun and cock it. “What did you just say?”
“Aye, I did it. I had Jack locked up and then made sure he never got out. I treated him like family, only to find out he was trying to infiltrate my crew to help that Italian scum take me down.
“Gallo all but left him for dead and he decided to go against me. Aye, but you were a little gem. I made sure Mason kept you around so I could mold you.
“Too bad those Italian fucks got ahold of you first. I should have let Lorcan pull you in. He’s the one who would have kept an eye on you and made sure you didn’t get anywhere near this son of a bitch,” he snarls.
Rico punches him in the face to shut him up. I’m numb. It was one thing for others to tell me he was involved, but hearing him say the words with his own mouth, confirming what Carlotta thought all along, aches something fierce.
“You had to bring your little boyfriend with you to handle a grown man’s job. Why don’t you go back to the States and find Mason, let him take care of you and bring your real family back? Stop playing with filth,” he snarls.
I snort and begin to laugh. “You know, I was going to have mercy on you because you were like a father to me at one time. I couldn’t reconcile the monster with the sweet old man I thought you were.
“Now you’re going to die screaming like the filthy pig you are. And as you die, it can play in the back of your head that I’m going to find Mason and Lorcan’s dead-playing asses. And when I do, they’re going to die screaming just like you,” I hiss.
He laughs like I just told a joke. However, I’m the one who will have the last laugh. Mario and Ed rush forward to help Rico secure him to a chair while I set up.
I open my bag and pull on a pair of chemical-resistant gloves. Then I unzip the pouch with the borosilicate glass syringes. Rico ties his arm off for me and steps away.
This is going to get messy. I carefully pull one of the fat syringes from the case and pluck it with my finger. The bubbles inside the glass bring a smile to my lips.
“They said my father was stabbed a hundred times before he bled out on that prison floor. That had to burn and sting, don’t you think?” I say as I walk over to him.
“I hope like fuck it did,” he bites out.
“I’m so happy you feel that way,” I sing.
I then plunge the syringe into his vein and push the liquid into his arm. He screams like his veins are on fire because they are. I just filled them with acid.
I grab another syringe as his veins pop in his neck while his arm melts at his side. I plunge the needle into his neck and sigh with satisfaction as blood and foam spill from his mouth.
I pat his dead cheek and snort. “What was that? I can’t hear you.”
Rico scoffs. “Let’s go. Someone will come find this sludge later. We have a plane to catch.”
“Damn, that shit was vicious. Remind me not to piss you off,” Eduardo says.
“Don’t fuck with my family and you’ll never have to see this side of me for yourself.” I shrug and collect my things.
“Keep that bag away from me, please,” Al says.
“Wimps,” I snort.
“Psycho,” Ed and Al murmur in unison.
Rico and I laugh and walk out. Sullivan is as good as forgotten. My father can rest in peace knowing I took care of the man who took him from me. Ireland owes me nothing.
I came, I saw, I conquered. The world will think twice about fucking with Rico or Oni Gallo from here on out. To think we’re just getting started.
CHAPTER 41
Out of Hiding
Mason
“Little Brother,” Lorcan croons as he opens his arms for me.
Numbly, I walk into his arms. I can’t believe Da is gone. We don’t even have a body to bury.
He was killed like an animal. No, his death was crueler than that. Da could be cruel, but he still didn’t deserve that.
“Welcome home. You look good,” Lorcan croons.
This doesn’t feel like home. I haven’t felt welcomed since landing in Ireland. I get the feeling we need to settle our affairs and get the hell out of here as fast as we can.
“How are you holding up? This shit is crazy, ain’t it?” Lorcan says.
“Bro, what happened? How did they get to him? I thought he was in hiding. Who did this?”
“You don’t know?”
“No, how would I? I’ve been in Boston keeping my head down. All I know is what you told me about how they found him.”