Oland has done enough shit to keep this place surrounded by men at all times. There are always at least a hundred men on the grounds. If any of them get in my way, they’re as good as dead right along with the oul bastard.
I come out of the trees and jog across the road, taking out the two guards at the front gate. Then I shoot the lock panel for the gate and kick the entry open. I move swiftly up the driveway, hugging the shadows of the trees. It’s early, so no one is moving this way.
I get to the courtyard before I see anyone else. The front of the house is heavily guarded as if the oul bastard knows I’m coming. It doesn’t matter.
I air them all out before they can get off a shot. It’s not until I get into the front door of the house that someone other than me fires off a round that could announce my presence.
I don’t miss that the inside of the house is more lively than it should be. Men come running out ready to take me out, but I lay them down like a man on a mission.
I move forward to the oul man’s study as that seems to be where the action is coming from. Like I said, you would think he knew.
Once to the study, I step through the doors, aiming right for my dear oul granda. One of his guys in the corner of the room pulls his trigger, but misses me. I put a bullet right through his skull.
Jimmy, his counsel, stands beside him with wide eyes. Jimmy isn’t muscle so he’s unarmed, but I don’t underestimate the two. I train a gun on each of them.
“Cole, it doesn’t have to come to this. Think about what yer doing,” Jimmy says.
“I’ve thought about it the whole ride here.” I seethe.
“This is what it comes down to. Ya come all this way for what?” Oland pauses as he gets this look in his eyes. “The McDougals sent ya, didn’t they?”
“No. They didn’t have to. I came on my own.”
He snorts in disgust. “Ach, me own grandson. Ya would kill me over some nig?—”
He doesn’t get to finish his words. I empty the clip in my right hand into his chest. I don’t know who the fuck he thought he was talking to.
“Aye, I did.”
I walk around the desk and kick his dead body to the floor. I snort as I see the chair is useless. I perch on the edge of the desk instead.
“Ya have two choices, Jimmy. I can retire ya right here and now. Or ya can be a good lad and let everyone know I’m here now and this is my clan. Anyone wants to challenge the O’Brien name, they have to go through me.
“Ya do as I say and yer sons and wife will go unharmed. Ya fuck with me and I’ll slaughter everything ya love just as I’ve done here tonight,” I say while taking a cigar from the cigar box.
“Cole, I have no quarrel with ya. I just want ya to understand what ya just did. Everyone in Ireland will be gunning for ya now. Head of the clan or not.”
“Is that optionAorB, Jimmy? I have a house to have cleaned up and a flight to catch.”
He sighs. “OptionB. I’ll start working on the cleanup. Ya took out a lot of good men.”
“Not if they were willing to serve him.”
“Aye, but?—”
“Shut the fuck up, ya disloyal bastard,” I snarl as I put a bullet through his head and end his sorry fucking life.
I don’t need his counsel. I did what I came to do. It’s better not to have any witnesses anyway.
CHAPTER 21
Take Care of You
Deja
I’ve beenat Castle Black for five days now. I haven’t heard from Cole and that’s making me nervous. I never should have called him in the first place.
If something has happened to him, I’ll never forgive myself. This is my mess. Actually, it’s not, and I still don’t know whose it is. I have so many questions and no one to answer them.
