Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Highland,” he rattles when I let up. “My office on Highland. There aren’t any numbers on the building, but the door is green. You can’t miss it.”
I look to Dom. “Drop him at the club for me, will ye?”
He nods. “Reaper’s outside. You’re not going alone.”
At this point, I wouldn’t care. I know where Ivy is, and if I have to burn this city to the ground to get to her, I will.
My heart is beating so hard it feels like I just snorted six kilos of coke, and even worse is the sound of my own thoughts fucking up my head. “You get anything else out of those Locos?”
Reaper shakes his head. “Nah. Squeezed everything I could out of them. They weren’t talking.”
I turn down Highland and slow to a crawl as we keep a lookout for a green door.
“Have a look at these blockheads.” Reaper gestures up ahead. “What do ye suppose they’re doing?”
“I don’t know.”
Slick’s office is in the heart of gangland, and more importantly, Locos territory. They are out on every corner tonight, but from the looks of it, something is going down up ahead. There are three blokes standing guard at the end of an alley, and they’re on high alert when they see our headlights. It’s too dark for them to make out our faces, but I recognize theirs.
“Pull around the corner,” Ronan says.
I pull around the corner and flip a bitch. It’s hard to say what’s going down in that alley, but it’s too coincidental to be ignored.
“I’m not usually a man to shoot first and ask questions later.” Reaper starts digging around in the duffle bag he brought with us. “But in this case, it might have to do.”
“Aye, I think ye’re right.”
“Drive by again, slow like,” he instructs.
I turn the corner, and Ronan attaches a silencer onto his Glock. We aren’t twenty feet away when the tires slow to a creep and he leans against the open window, obscuring the gun beneath his coat sleeve.
The Locos are ready to do battle when they see our car for the second time, and they’re pulling out their own pieces when Ronan fires the first shot. His aim is true, even in the dark in a moving car. The first scumbag crumples to the ground before a shot rings out and shatters the front windshield.
I slam on the brakes, and Reaper fires again, spraying the second man as he retreats. I’m already out of the car and chasing the third as he beats it down the alley to duck for cover.
A scream echoes off the surrounding buildings, and a bullet whizzes past my ear, taking some of the flesh with it. Warm blood leaks down my neck, but I forget all about it when I see what’s waiting for us at the end of the alley.
Her hair is a mess, and her face is beat to hell, but there’s no doubt the half-naked woman is my wife. One of these slimy motherfuckers has his hands wrapped around her throat, and she’s trying like hell to fight him off. Her jeans are pulled down, and her shirt is ripped in half, and he’s got his dick out still trying to get inside of her.
“Animal!” Someone tries to warn him from behind the dumpster, but it’s too late. I’m already there, muzzle pressed against his skull. It’s not enough to kill him quickly, but in the grand scheme of things, all that matters is Ivy.
“Get. The. Fuck. Off.”
His hands fall away from her throat, and he chuckles as he rocks back onto his knees. “Cool, cool. You must be one of those Irish fuckers, huh? You want to take me out? Why don’t you do it like a fucking man. I always hear your crew claiming they’re the best fighters in all of Boston. Show me how you do it with your bare hands.”
In answer, I aim between his legs and fire a shot, blowing his dick clean off. All his bravado is gone when he collapses into the fetal position and starts simpering like the pussy he is.
“Take it like a fucking man,” I taunt him.
My eyes move to Ivy, and I wish they hadn’t. The horror in her eyes, the fear… it’s too much for me to handle. She’s seen me at my worst now, and she can’t handle it. She can’t handle any of it, which is evident when she rolls onto her side and pukes.
“Fucking Christ.” As much as I’d like to toy with Animal and torture him, I need it to be over. For her. I dig into Animal’s skull and fire the kill shot. Ivy screams, and I drop to my knees before her.
“They’re all spoken for,” Reaper interrupts. “But we need to get out of here. You can sort her out in the car.”