“Fuck, is everyone okay?”
He scoffs. “We’re all fine. Your cousins showed up to save our asses. Sammy knew they were coming and called in the cavalry. Misha, Uri, your cousins, we’re all here.”
“What?” Cole roars.
I look up from my call and see the dark cloud covering my brother’s face. He’s vibrating with rage. I know right away LaSalle wasn’t the only one targeted.
“Hold on, LaSalle, something is going on here too.”
“No, I’ve got this. Text me the address of where they came from. I’ll handle it,” Cole barks out tightly.
He won’t look at me, so I know he’s about to do something crazy. Ireland is his turf. He’s a grown man and doesn’t have to listen to me.
In fact, I know he won’t. However, I need to know what’s going on. If LaSalle was hit too, there’s no telling who could be next.
“Kill him. He should have come to me first,” he says darkly and ends the call.
“What’s going on? LaSalle says his home was hit. Do we have a situation I should know about?” I say as calmly as I can.
“Nah, we don’t have anything. They attacked my girls at the McGowans. I’ve got this,” he says and storms out.
I sigh. “Did ya hear that?”
“I did. I’ll gather everyone here and we’ll jump on the jet. I get the feeling you’re going to need backup. I have a little surprise for you when we arrive.”
“Aye, see ya when ya get here. Let’s pray he doesn’t get himself killed.”
I end the call and pinch the bridge of my nose. This was no coincidence. We’re looking at one problem. The attack on Tasha in New York, the wedding, now this, I promise it all stems from the same place.
Brooklyn
You want something done right,you do it yourself. The disrespect—going after what’s mine right under my nose—has to be answered right now.
“How are they?” I say to Graham as I drive to the address that was sent to me.
This never should have happened. One of my own men had information about this and didn’t come forward until after the hit. It might be time for a little reorganization in Ireland once again.
“They’re all fine. Gran is giddy because she got to pull her gun out. I think we can bury the oul lass a happy woman.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry I brought this to her door. I should have left more men.”
“Ach, ya couldn’t have known. From the footage, they were in good hands. Aunt Cass still moves like a spring chicken, and Gran held her own, she did.
“Blew him right down. Aye, blew him down right where he stood, she did. DJ is something else, I tell ya.”
“I’m here,” I say and hang up.
I already have my vest on, so I load up and climb out of the car to race for the building these assholes are held up in. From my intel, these motherfuckers got in last night. However, some of these guys with them are on loan from cowards who don’t want to face me head-on.
I don’t care where they’re from or who they are. They’re going to wish their mothers swallowed them when I’m done. No one goes after my family and lives to see the next sunrise.
With a barrel on each of my guns, I move in. Everything happens in a blur. I clear the front of the building, but in my rage, I forget to use my suppressors, so they’re hot on my ass immediately.
“Fuck you,” I roar as I step out from behind some crates and blow down another ten or more of their men. I may have lost theelement of surprise, but these bum-ass motherfuckers weren’t built for this. They can barely shoot.
I move swiftly to get to the upper level, where I have a feeling I will find their boss. That’s where I want to be. I want the son of a bitch who had the balls to put a hit out on my family.
Sweat is dripping down my back as rage pumps through my veins. I’m moving on pure adrenaline. Bullets hit the concrete wall I’m standing behind, only making my thirst for blood that much stronger.
