“Brooklyn, come on. You know how much shit is on my plate. Listen, I’m not finished.
“I took a picture of the guy they’re looking for, but I can’t find anything on him. He’s like a fucking ghost. The only reason I connected any of it to DJ is because you said her name was found on the first vic’s body. I can’t say what the connection with him is, but you know we don’t believe in coincidences.”
“Aye, there’s no such thing around here. I’ll keep an eye out and inform the others to do the same.”
I look down at my watch and then back up at the pub. What’s taking her so long?
Boyle
I’ll admitwe’re never going to get another opportunity like this. Deja always has someone with her. We never even got close to her in Italy.
Sending that lad all that information about Deja backfired. It’s been over a year, and he’s been killing off our guys. I’m still annoyed about that.
I work hard to get them in the right place—and then she sends them in to get killed, like getting them jobs with the Russian mob is so easy.
We lucked out tonight, and we have guys on the way to make sure this job is completed. I will say, I could have been wrong. Things have been looking like they might turn around.
Her connections are never in lack and that has gone a long way for the cause. The Alliance has pissed a lot of people off. Some who are willing to pay to see it fall apart. We are taking the money and doing the jobs to get to our ultimate goal.
“Hello, Deja.”
She turns to me in surprise. I swing the bat I’ve taken from behind the bar and hit her in the head. I was warned not to give her a chance to put up a fight.
As I stand over her, I grin. If I can’t have her, no one can. Our lives could have been so much different if she had only stayed away from O’Brien.
Everything was fucked after that bonfire. If she hadn’t been flirting with O’Brien, I never would have gone to see Oland and my family would still be alive.
“Hurry, light cocktails. We need leave before he comes looking for her. Men on way, they will hold him off while place burns.”
I nod and go to light the rags she stuffed into the alcohol behind the bar. When I get to the final one, I light the rag and toss the bottle a few feet away.
We then run for the back door to get away. Once in the car, I’m grabbed by the back of my neck. The excitement rolling off her is enough to make me hard.
I want to get her back to the hotel and fuck her until the sun comes up. My chest feels tight. I thought I would be happier to know Deja is gone from this earth and Cole O’Brien can never place a hand on her again.
It doesn’t feel great at all. I need to get lost in this pussy to fuck the hurt I shouldn’t feel away. Nothing is ever easy.
“Let’s go. I want you,” I say.
“Da, hurry up. I have bottle of vodka to celebrate.”
She climbs back into her seat and flips her blond hair over to the other side of her face. Then she reaches into her backpack and pulls a bottle from it.
Her eyes are sparkling with happiness. One of her goals has finally been accomplished. She would be happy. I pull off with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Deja
“Micheal,I’ve found her. I’m coming out. We can’t go out the back. It’s blocked,” Sim says as I lie groaning on the floor.
My head is pounding. I reach to cup it and something sticky covers my hand. When I pull my shaky hand away, it’s covered in blood.
“We have to go. The oxygen and fire are causing the alcohol to combust. This is going to get bad, very bad. Can you walk?”
She helps me to my feet, but I feel a little lightheaded. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, she then helps me to move toward the door. I trip and knock into something.
It’s too smoky to tell what. We keep moving forward even though I’m now limping with each step. As the fire hisses and roars, glass shatters and pops, and the wood whines and groans as it burns and snaps. Above it all, I can hear Cole outside screaming my name.
“Deejay.” His accent is coming through heavily.
