The O’Malley’s I stumbled across something when I was doing some digging, a couple of months ago, it looks like they are now in the skin trade, although I’m pretty sure that they are new to it. Everything else I’ve found on that family up until about five years ago indicate that they were only trading in weapons and drugs. I’m not sure what changed, why they suddenly agreed to take part in the trafficking ring, and quite frankly I don’t care. They made that choice, and they’ll pay for it either way.
Rory,
I have information for you, you’re not gonna like it.
Call me when your wheels hit the tarmac, I’d rather not share what I have digitally.
Speak Soon
Niall
I let out a breath, and flick to another page in the journal.
I believe that Killian can’t take over unless he learns to do it alone, but the stubborn shit is adamant that he needs his brothers by his side. I’ve told him he can’t do it with them, but he’s so damn sure he can’t do it without them. I don’t know how to make him see sense, he has to distance himself from them, having them so close puts him at risk, puts the syndicate at risk.
I love my family each and every one of them, but they are a weakness, having them so close puts me at risk, marrying and having kids was a mistake. I tried telling him that, but he lost his god-dammed mind. He hasn’t spoken to me for a week. While I think it was a mistake creating a family and falling in love, I don’t regret it. I love my wife and the kids but loving them is a weakness. I can’t always think clearly when they are around, I need him to realise that.
I throw the journal down on the table and grab my laptop. I’m pissed reading some of the shit Da wrote, he thinks having us close makes Killian weak, but he couldn’t more wrong.
Needing to feel like I’m in control of something, I start digging more on the Italians, learning all I can about their operations in the skin trade.
By the time my flight lands in Ireland, I’ve got three different folders on my laptop of things I have found out. Most of it is information on woman and children that have gone missing.
I’ve found video footage of some of the auctions, like the ones Liam set up. I haven’t yet found any that our Liam was involved in, but I have found footage of him as a buyer at one of those auctions bidding on some poor young woman. I can’t work out if it’s a good thing or bad that he lost, I have no information on her buyer or what happened to her after that, despite my best efforts.
My head is pounding, and I could do without meeting Niall, but I want to know what he’s found out before I head to see Aunt Bernie tomorrow. I need to know what she knows about Uncle Michael and where he comes from.
Grabbing my shit, I give a chin lift to Marcus, the Pilot and the co-Pilot before descending the stairs to the waiting SUV.
Once I’m in the car, I unlock my phone, searching for the number I’m looking for before hitting the call button. “Niall, I’ve just landed, I’ll meet you in the bar in thirty minutes.”
“Aye, I’m already here, see you in a bit.” I hang up, there’s nothing else for us to say on the phone, it’s best in person.
“Murphy’s please,” I instruct the driver to take me to Niall’s pub, then drop a text to Ronan.
Me
Just landed, meeting O’Malley in the morning.
Ronan
Glad you’ve landed safe
His shipment will be fulfilled.
Me
Wait, how? I thought we were short because of the theft.
Ronan
We were, it’s sorted.
Me
How?
Ronan
