Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I get the feeling I should have made this trip weeks ago. There were so many reasons to stay away from Raven. However, now my gut is telling me I need to at least lay eyes on her.
“Fuck,” I roar.
CHAPTER 20
Pay in Blood
Brooklyn
“I’m going to make this right, Logan,” I whisper to the brisk morning air.
My brother has a newborn daughter. Her mother has been killed. However, above all of that is the fact that my so-called grandfather sent a fucking army after my woman.
I had already left the hospital after getting the baby checked out when Ken McDougal called to tell me he wanted me to come for DJ. They don’t believe she’s safe there anymore.
Why isn’t she safe? Oland “Deadman Walking” O’Brien. As long as he’s breathing, he’s a problem for me. Little did her uncle know, I had already been on my way to my flight to Scotland.
Once he told me that Oland sent over forty men after DJ, I made a course correction. Ireland is where I’m needed. Nothing is going to happen to DJ while she’s with my uncle.
However, Oland needs to see me now. I told that bastard no and he’s been fucking with me since. First, he had my best friend in America shot, placing him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, then he made sure Deja was taken away from me, and now this.
Oland must die. If he could send those bastards after a woman and a child, he can answer for his crimes. I won’t bother to ask for forgiveness for this. I have no remorse for what I’m about to do.
I’m not asking for permission. I’m not waiting for anyone to tell me it’s okay. This motherfucker dies today.
For all the time Deja and I have lost, for my best friend’s ability to walk, for my brother’s girl, for my niece and the life she almost lost. This morning, I’m the grim reaper and that bastard is at the top of my list. I’ve come here alone.
The fury running through me wouldn’t allow me to call for help. Dylan and the others are with my wee niece, who needs them. My friends never should have been dragged into the middle of this, so here I stand in Dublin, at two a.m. in the morning, across from the gates of the O’Brien manor.
A one-man killing machine, here to collect in blood. My mind keeps going to Raven taking her last breath in my arms. How am I to tell my brother any of this?
“Time’s up, ya oul bastard,” I mutter before I pull the two pistols with the automatic switches, suppressors, and hundred-round drums.
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—”