He has hired me to do so and if my cousin Ian becomes collateral damage then so be it.
He wants me to take them out.
I want to watch their families suffer at my hands, just like my family did.
And to do that, I needed to be smarter.
I’ve spent years prepping.
Years following each of these men at a distance.
I’m so close to the endgame.
Retribution.
This is where angels fly, and demons fall.
Chapter Three
The night I saw her I was drunk on bloodlust.
Awoken from a nightmare.
~ Micha Ragen
Grabbing my smokes and my jacket I leave my apartment and walk down the street through the park to the east side of town. Past the old man’s flower shop. I always like to at least walk or drive past to make sure it’s all good. Lights off and he’s home with Nan. Tonight, though, the light upstairs is on.
Opening my phone, I call him.
- “You ok?” I say as he picks up.
- “Yes, grandson, why wouldn’t I be?”
- “The lights on.”
- “Ahh, yes. Just fixing another one of Ian’s mistakes. Carelessness will get us all killed,” he says to me as my knuckles turn white as I clench them. My jaw ticks.
- “What has he done?” I bark into the phone as I walk across the street about to open the door to the shop.
- “Micha, stay there. I have this covered.”
- Shaking my head, I reply, “Grandfather….”
- He cuts me off and says, “Micha, it’s ok.”
Looking up, I see him walk over to the window. His eyes meet mine and a small smile washes over his old, tired face. I nod to him. I know to not push, and I do have shit to do.
- “You win this time, old man, but…
Again, he cuts me off with his broken English. When he’s tired it’s worse.
“I know, my boy. I know you will kill him. Be patient, he may just be getting himself killed.”
Laughing, my grandfather winks at me nodding up to him.
- “Slàn garmhac.”
- “Slan Seanbhuachaill.”
