CHAPTER 1
ANGEL
Alejandro "Angel" Medina stood at the edge the dock at Dublin Bay and supervised the shipment of weapons that were being unloaded from a cargo ship. Normally, that would've been a task for Nico, his right hand, but this shipment was more important than the rest. Since the Savellis had fallen out with the Russians, the Irish had become one of their biggest consumers. And Angel had been charged with the safe transport of the cargo. Now the new go-between for the Sicilians and the IRA (Irish Republican Army), Angel, could allow nothing to go wrong.
Angel didn’t trust the IRA. He didn't trust any political parties nor their agendas. To Angel, the IRA's political ideals were just a front to justify the capitalization from the buying and selling of illegal weapons. Truthfully, Angel couldn't care less about their political aspirations. Just like the rest, he was in it for the money.
On the other hand, Angel didn't place much trust in the Savellis either. But with them, he had a different motive; David. Angel was tired of watching his grandson from afar. And to get closer to him, he would make a deal with the devil, also known as Francis Savelli. The Savellis weren't exactly known for their diplomacy or being merciful. They were hardcore murderous gangsters. Then again, Angel was well aware that that was how others described him. But he knew the devil that he was. The Savellis, however, were cunning and unpredictable. And since Tamara had gotten involved with Luca Savelli, Angel had kept a protective eye on her and David from a distance. However, he was growing tired of his little "run-ins" with David whenever Tamara’s papa would take him to a playground or the movies. Angel wanted a relationship with his only son's child. But because of his criminal past, he feared that Tamara wouldn't allow him access to David. But if she had no problem marrying a Mafia boss, she certainly couldn't judge him.
"It's done," Jason O'Connell rasped with a strong Irish brogue.
Jason, Kelly O'Reilly’s second in command shouted something in Gaelic to his workers. They hopped off the cargo ship and headed toward a line of vans in the parking lot. Angel nodded and shook the Irishman's hand before boarding the luxury yacht that was to tail the cargo ships from Ireland to the Amalfi Coast. He had done his job by ensuring that the shipment arrived safely. Now, he could leave the cold, damp country and return home to Bolivia. He longed for the warmth of South America. But more than anything, he wanted to kick a football with his grandson. The older David got, the more he looked like his Javier. Angel took a deep breath and swallowed the sadness he felt every time he thought of his only son; his only child.
Angel made his way below deck and entered the main cabin. The yacht was his pride and joy. Angel loved the sea and most of his time was spent on the water, so it was no surprise that he began his illustrious criminal career as a pirate. Before entering the security end of sea shipments, he made a good living looting the same shipments that he now protected.
Angel took a seat in a recliner next to the large bed. But before he could get comfortable, his phone rang. It was Luca.
“Yeah,” he answered.
Luca’s tone was gruff as he ordered, “Meet me at the farmhouse.”
“I just dropped the load. We’re getting ready for departure.”
“Meet me at the farmhouse,” Luca repeated before disconnecting the call.
Hijo de puta!
Luca was a mean bastard, rude for no fucking reason. But since the Savellis were an important part of Angel’s retirement plan, he closed his eyes, prayed for patience, and left the cabin.
