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’m the brother who’s coming for your head first, then I’m showing up at your funeral to ask questions to see who else needs to die with you. It seems while I’ve been dividing my attention, some motherfuckers have forgotten.
I’m Brooklyn O’Brien. It’s important you think twice before coming for what’s mine or anything connected to me. If not, I’m going to answer accordingly.
“Let Christian and Arnez know we’re heading out,” I bark at Emory on the other end of the phone.
Seán needs to remain here this time. It’s fine, I don’t need many for this. I plan to make my message heard myself.
He sighs. “Yeah, all right.”
I get it, my guys are exhausted. We’re always on the move. Before that call, I had planned to remain focused on DJ for the next few days.
The guys thought they would get a few days off. Not anymore. Everyone’s plans will have to change.
Pissed as fuck, I head to the bedroom and get dressed, ready to deal with this shit. I need to head back to New York. LaSalle should never have to call me about shit in my own backyard. I’m taking this one personally.
I’ve been riding a pendulum. I get one place under control and the other starts acting up. Ireland is on its way to being stable again, but not without consequences. I’ve buried a few of my own and caused twice as many funerals in return.
Dressed in a fresh suit, I head back out into the bedroom. DJ is in bed, fast asleep. I frown.
Our situation is becoming a different kind of problem for me. I’ve had less and less time to spend with her. Shauna needs more with each day.
At fourteen months old, she’s walking and starting to talk. I’ve had to keep Aisling on for much longer than I had planned. I just changed their location.
I now keep an apartment next door to theirs in case of an emergency or if I want to stay overnight. Some mornings, I don’t know where I am when I wake.
I needed this weekend with DJ. Having her around grounds me. I mutter a curse under my breath and go to lean in and kiss her temple.
She only stirs enough to turn on her other side and snuggle deeper into the bed. I nod to myself. That’s for the best.
I turn and leave, grabbing my dress coat to throw on as I exit the house and jump in my car. I turn the radio on to distract my thoughts as I head to the airport.
I only get halfway to my destination when my phone starts to ring. I groan as I see its DJ. I guess it’s better to do this now before I board the plane.
“Hello, baby,” I say tiredly.
“What happened to ya?”
“Something has come up. I need to head back to New York.”
She sighs heavily. “I thought ya were going to spend the weekend with me.”
“I still plan to. I’ll be in and out. I have something I need to take care of.”
“And ya couldn’t take me?”
“No, baby. Not this time.”
“Why am I not surprised? Be safe, Cole.”
“Fuck,” I snarl as the call ends.
My instincts are telling me not to take her to America just yet. Every time I think of changing my mind, I get this sick feeling that it’s not the right move to make.
The Alliance isn’t dead, but things have slowed down with Logan in jail and no real release date in sight. LaSalle has almost gotten him released twice now. Then, at the last minute, something has come up to stall everything.
“Be patient, baby,” I mutter to myself.
***
Phelim O’Doherty has lost his fucking mind thinking he can strong-arm anyone under my protection. As if I wouldn’t respond, as if I wouldn’t find out.
I step out of the back of my SUV in front of his club in Brooklyn. His guys see me coming, but don’t have the balls to make a move to stop me. I walk right by the bouncer and head inside.
I move straight for the private room. Just as my guy said he would be, he’s there as he has been for the last hour. His back is to me as he dances with some chick.
I’m not going to shoot him in the back, so I go and grab his ass by the back of his hair and drag him from the room, kicking and shouting.
His guys in the room go to pull their guns, but I’m faster. I put a bullet in one of their heads and train my gun on the other. He looks like he’s going to piss himself as he holds his hands up.
“What the fuck? Shoot him,” Phelim barks.
“Shut the fuck up,” I bite out.
Phelim stiffens as he hears my voice. Ah, he finally realizes it’s me. I keep dragging his ass as I head to the loading dock of the club.