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)
When I get there, I throw his ass into a wall. He smacks into it then falls on his ass with his face busted open. He looks back at me with wide eyes and fear in them.
“Yer not so fucking bold now, are ya?” I snarl.
“Br … Brooklyn. What’s going on, man? What did I do?”
Pissed off that I’ve had to come all this way for this, I shoot him in the knee. He howls in pain as he cradles the wound. I flip out the tails of my coat and squat down in front of him.
“Do ya want to keep playing with me?” I hiss in his face.
“It was just a talk. I heard your interests were elsewhere. I thought I could earn a little something extra.”
“Yer a fucking idiot if ya think I believe that.”
I stand to my full height and put my gun to his forehead. I have no patience for this. Besides, I want to get back on the plane to get back to my woman.
“I’ll make sure your piece-of-shit brother joins you,” I say and pull the trigger.
“Anyone locate the other one?”
“He’s at some chick’s place in Dumbo. Word is she’s Fitzgerald’s daughter. He’s been fucking her for months,” Christian replies.
“Isn’t she like fifteen?” I ask in disgust.
Tiernan O’Doherty is Phelim’s older brother. He’s in his fucking thirties.
I know Fitzgerald’s daughter’s age because she wanted a summer job, but I said no because I didn’t like how she flirted with some of my guys while with her da at one of our stores.
I wouldn’t put my guys in that type of position, not knowing her age. Her father is an eejit.
I heard he gave her an apartment of her own in Brooklyn. There’s no way in hell I’m giving my fifteen-year-old an apartment of her own where she’s not supervised.
I think of DJ. If I want to ever have kids of my own, I need to be back on that plane. I can still spend the day with her if I move my ass.
“Let’s handle him. I want to be back on that plane within the next hour.”
Deja
Something has to give. Things have changed so much since that night I saw that text. I’ve noticed that Cole leaves the room when he receives certain calls.
He’s spending less and less time with me, and he never takes me on his trips to New York. The more I think about it, the more I wonder if there’s someone else in America.
It’s not like I would know. She’s over three thousand miles away. I’m here, alone and frustrated.
I took off a whole weekend for this. Pricillia, the new barmaid I hired, was supposed to cover for me while I spent the weekend with my man.
Now I’m sitting here with nothing on my mind but Cole O’Brien and how he could be playing me for a fool. I hate feeling like this. A glance at the clock only feeds my anger.
“My whole day,” I growl.
I get up and stomp my way into the bedroom. I’m going to take a bath to clear my head. Hopefully, when I get out, I won’t have Cole on my mind, and I can find something to do with the rest of my evening.
I smile as I think of watching a few American shows to work on my accent. New York Under Cover comes to mind. I still have a few episodes of that to catch up on.
I get my bath milk into the water and go to undress in the bedroom. I yelp and nearly jump out of my skin as I find Cole walking in.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, this man shouldn’t look this good. I want to run into his arms, but I’m still angry at him. I place my hands on my hips.
“Did ya handle yer business, or will I wake to ya missing from me bed once again?”
“I took care of what needed to be taken care of. I’m all yours,” he says tiredly.
I slump my shoulders, feeling bad. He does have a lot on his plate. He looks exhausted.
I walk over to him, swaying my hips. He gives me a tired smile. Wanting to be near him, I wrap my arms around his waist.
“Were ya going to take a bath? I smell that shit ya love.”
“That was the plan.”
“Come on then. I had planned to pamper ya for the day. Looks like I’m right on time.”
“Not really, but I’ll let it go for now.”
He releases a tired laugh. Feeling sorry for him, I push his coat from his shoulders and begin to help him out of the rest of his clothes. Once he’s standing in his slacks and socks, he cups the side of my face and kisses me.
“Ya know I love ya, don’t ya?”
“Yeah, I do. I love ya too.”