"I'm not sure. The two men who were stationed outside of the house were there all night."
"Bullshit!" I yell, smashing my fist against the desk in front of me. "Find her now!"
"Yes, boss," Henry replies, walking toward the door of my office.
Before his hand even wraps around the knob, I stop him, "And Henry? I want the names of the two men who were supposed to be watching her."
He pauses for a moment before looking over his shoulder, his jaw clenched as he mutters, "Kieran, you can't kill them. They didn't do anything on purpose, she's just more slippery than we knew."
I tighten my lips, shaking my head. "I can do whatever I want," I mumble, not liking what he's telling me. Even if I knowhe's right.
"I'm serious, Kieran. We can't just kill men for a small fuck up. Besides, this is personal, not professional."
"Fine. I won't kill them," I tell him.
He looks at me, probably trying to see if I'm lying to him. Unfortunately, the action is futile, but he doesn't have anything to worry about. I'm not going to kill them. No matter how much I want to.
Letting out a sigh, Henry finally relents. "Conor and Patrick were the ones on duty last night."
I run the names through my head, recognizing them. These two knuckleheads have grown up in our organization and should know better. Well, after tonight they won't ever forget the lesson I'm about to teach them.
"And where would I find them at this time of night?" I ask, making sure to keep mytone measured.
I'm fucking pissed, but I can't allow Henry to see how much I am, because I'm going to take it out on these two fuckwits.
Henry narrows his eyes at me before saying, "At O'Hare's."
"Thank you. You can leave now," I say, dismissing him.
Thankfully, Henry does as I say and exits my office. I'm not in the mood to talk it out with him. He's probably heading to O'Hare's to make sure I don't blow everything up. I clench my fist. I can't believe they lost Mia. The whole thing runs through my mind, relentlessly. Sitting here, trying to keep my temper in check, is actually making it worst.
Anger rolls through me. Standing up, I make my way out of the office, heading straight for the garage. I hit the unlock button at the same time as opening up the garage door. Quickly, I turn the car on, putting it into reverse and make myway to O'Hare's.
***
Speeding through the city, it only takes me fifteen minutes to get to O'Hare's, parking right up front in the no parking zone. It doesn't matter, because I won't be here long.
Getting out of my car, I can hear the music and commotion coming from the bar. I look around, taking in the scene, which only makes me more pissed. How can these two fuck heads be out here, relaxing and enjoying themselves when they lost Mia.
A pang hits my chest at the loss of Mia, it almost feels like a betrayal. My hands twitch, ready for revenge, and with every step I take, the need to kill someone gets higher and higher. I let out a breath to help calm some of my murderous thoughts. Because unfortunately, Henry is right—I can't just murder everyone in the organization that screws up unless it’s justified.
My men won't see this as justified, though, and Da would've told me it's a waste of resources. I don't give a shit.
Opening the door, I walk in, pausing. My eyes roam around until I find the two dipshits that will remember this night forever. It doesn't take long before I see them flirting with two girls as if they’re God's gift to women.
"Not after tonight," I mutter under my breath.
The crowd parts for me, everyone knowing who I am, as I make a beeline for them. I stand behind them as they flirt. This scene would probably be hilarious, if I wasn't so pissed. The woman flirting with Patrick is the first to see me. I must be a sight because once she sees my face, she quickly leans over to her friend. They make an excuse to leave, slipping out before I can even make my next move.
Smart, because it's aboutto get messy.
Neither Patrick nor Conor have noticed that the people around them have slowly moved from them as they chit chat, waiting for the women to come back. Not tonight. My anger gets the best of me, too, when neither of them notice I'm standing right behind them.
Which pisses me off even more. They should know better than this. If I was an enemy, they would've already been dead. Note to self:tell Henry he needs to train these dumbasses better.You can never get too comfortable.
Time to give these two a lesson.
"Hey, Patrick, Conor," I yell, pulling their attention toward me.
