I didn’t bother with the O’Malley’s…there isn’t anything left to take.
My investigation has raised more than a few eyebrows, the places I have been digging have resulted in a number of death threats. I have included these in the pack, screen shots of messages, emails you name it.
Whoever killed me boys…give em fucking hell.
In the pack, you will find, names of people and organisations involved, and numbers of bank accounts to be drained.
There are lists of people who have been saved recently and lists of people I was too late to help, I tried brothers, fuck me I tried to save them all, but I couldn’t. I feel like I failed.
Da’s journals are in the pack also, so you can view them yourselves. They gave me a place to start, without them we would never know the truth.
I have included a letter for each of you in the pack, some of the things I have written in them are personal to each of you, so you have a choice to share with the others or not.
There are so many things that I wish I could say to you all, but there just isn’t enough time.
I’m sorry, that I kept you all in the dark for so long. I hope you understand why I did it. But I wanted to be certain that I had all of the facts before bringing you all in, I didn’t want to come to you with bits of info or info that I couldn’t yet prove.
Hopefully now you have everything you need to end these fuckers.
Burn the world to the ground brothers!!
I’ll be watching.
Love Rory
Chapter 1
The night I saw Alex in the club with Bella, I knew I had seen her somewhere before. But when I asked she denied it, I knew she was lying. She may have thought she schooled her features, but it wasn’t quick enough. There was a small flicker in her eyes that gave her away.
It had taken me a few days to figure out where I had seen her before, but the moment I did I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
She’d been in the office in our club in Chicago, the one we put Liam in charge of. She was beaten, and bound, she’d looked afraid and when I had asked Liam about it, he tried to pass it off as a druggie who’d stolen from his right-hand man J. Aside from the fact, we don’t hurt woman, something had felt off. But it had kicked off with a local gang who’d stormed the club and started shooting the place up. By the time we’d dealt with it, she was gone. He said she was being taken care of by J. I’d questioned him, but he said that J was just helping her, before they tried to figure out what she had done with their shipment.
I’ll never forget what I saw on the CCTV footage I accessed from Liam’s club. The beating she’d received from J, her trying to fight him off before he knocked her unconscious and dragging her out the back.
I fucking hate myself for not questioning him more, for not looking for her. I know she made it out, but I should have done more to help her that night.
When she told us yesterday what really happened to her. What our cousin has really been up to, the sex trafficking, the fact that they were the ones who had stolen our weapons shipment, drugging their dancers at the club, my stomach dropped. The son-of-a-bitch is our blood, I wish she had been wrong. But the more digging I did, the more I found to back up her claims.
After she had explained about the building they had secured was for an auction of women, I’d hoped she was wrong, I’d hoped that she was mistaken, but I knew, we all knew it was the truth.
I’d sat on the flight and accessed everything I could find on J and our Liam. Having to tell Connor about the sale card I had found for Alex, was painful. I’ve never seen him that angry before, I don’t think any of us have felt that angry before. Seeing the sale cards, seeing her up for auction brought a new level of rage and fear for us all.
We’ve been in Ireland a few hours, Alex freaked only minutes after getting here and took off. Ma and Bella went after her. Ma seemed to have an idea where she might have gone and told us all to wait here for them. They’d been gone for three hours, I don’t know where they went or what was said. But when they came back Ma made the girls go upstairs and told us to stick the kettle on. We’d tried to find out what had happened with Alex when Connor had gone up to see his woman, but Ma, she wouldn’t tell us, she said that we’d find out when Alex was ready to tell us. If she was ever ready to tell us.
It's late, but here I am sat in my old bedroom, on my bed tapping away on my laptop trying to find anything and everything I can to take down Liam. I never thought I’d see the day that I was looking for something to take one of our own down, but here I am.
I take a large drink of my whiskey and look around my room. Ma’s changed nothing in here in twenty years. It’s the same grey wallpaper covering the walls. The beds Ronan and I slept in when we were teenagers are still in the same place. Our old footie duvet covers have been replaced by plain dark blue ones.
Our dark oak bedside tables couldn’t be more different. Mine is littered with my phone, the chargers, notebooks, my old footie trophies and a picture of my high school girlfriend Nora. Maybe I’ll hit her up while I’m in Ireland, it’s been a couple of years since I last saw her. But I know she’s still single, I always check before I come home, just in case.
Ronan’s bedside table is empty, completely clear, nothing at all on it. He doesn’t do trinkets, or mess of any kind. He likes order in the things around him but thrives in the chaos he creates.
He’s calm right now; I feel it. Being twins, we know when the other is hurting, when something isn’t right, and when the other is calm.
I know he’s angry, I know he feels guilt over Da, Aoife, and the shit Liam is into. But in this moment, he’s calm. Knowing I don’t have to worry about his rage, I can focus on the task at hand. I look back down at my laptop when my phone vibrates with a text message.
Connor
