Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 8
Handling Business
Ronan
“So this is how I get an audience with the great Ronan McGowan?” this fuck says as I walk into the locker the brothers have him and his partner restrained in.
“Ya shouldn’t ever want to see my face. Especially not like this.”
Releasing a laugh as if he’s unfazed, he then shrugs and gives me a grin. “I’m not getting the respect I deserve. We had to make a little noise.”
Lochlann lunges at him, but Rory holds him back. It is only out of respect for me that he hasn’t already killed these sons of a bitches. Donnovan O’Connor and Emory McFarland fucked up.
They and their men hit one of my diamond locations. They would have gotten my attention with the robbery, but their men got sloppy and hurt one of my guys and two innocents.
“It’s business. You’re taking this too personal.”
“Shut your fucking gub. Did I ask you to speak?” I bite out.
This bastard laughs as if I’ve told a joke. He looks so confident now. He’s brave and feels like he has an upper hand. His partner has enough sense to remain silent and look as if he fears me.
“You want the diamonds. I want to talk business.”
I look at him like the piece of shit he is. I’m not buying this crazy act he’s trying to sell. If you’re going to try to act as if you’re the craziest one in the room, you should be willing to commit.
His first problem would be the fact that there isn’t a crazier motherfucker in this locker than me. I lost my grip on sanity years ago. If I ever had one. As a McGowan, I started life a little loose in the head.
“Bring in the brother,” I say as I shrug off my jacket and toss it aside.
His eyes grow wide. I’m sure he’s surprised. This fucker tried to send his brother to Rio before he pulled this shit. I leave Rory and Lochlann in charge here for a reason.
The brothers are twins and have an uncanny knack for paying attention to detail. They keep an eye on all my family’s assets here in California. Monetary and otherwise.
The two redheads are like sons to me and have been mistaken for my own over the years. I grew up with their father, Finnánn. He started working for Da when he turned sixteen and his boys followed suit when I started to build my own gang.
They were happy to come to California when I first set things up here for da. With their fast learning and ability to put fear in any man who looks their way, they earned the positions they hold to this day.
“You don’t have to involve him,” this piece of shit says as the tough guy act falls away.
“Like you didn’t have to involve those innocent girls and Brendan,” Loc snarls.
“I … I didn’t know the girls would be with him. I just knew he was one of your guys. One you would give a shit about.”
I turn to Lochlann. “How are the girls?”
“Ashley is still fighting for her life. Emily and Brendan are stable for now.”
I pull my gun and aim at Donnovan’s younger brother’s head. The look on Donnovan’s face says he knows he fucked up. He didn’t really want my attention as much as he thought he did.
“Fighting for her life? Let’s see if your brother is as strong as the lass,” I say through my teeth before I pull the trigger and shoot the brother in the knee.
He falls to the ground screaming as Donnovan screams his name. “Niall, fuck, Niall. I’m so sorry, brother.”
Brendan and those girls do mean something to me. They are my godchildren. All three were safe in Ireland not too long ago.
Their ma and da trusted me to keep them safe here. Brendan was the first to come over. He’s been here for about a year.
When he returned home for a visit, the girls begged for jobs and to come stateside to go to school. I placed the girls at the diamond shop because Brendan would be there. They were never supposed to be in danger.
Lochlann has become very protective of the girls and Brendan has been like a little brother to both Lochlann and Rory. This was very personal to us all. Like I said, not how you want to get my attention.
As rage courses through me, I walk over to Niall and step on the knee I shot through. He screams out as he thrashes against the floor. Not giving a fuck, I grind the heel of my boot into the wound.
“Let me tell ya yer biggest mistake. I bow to no one. Stealing from me will get you my attention, but never my respect.
“I don’t know what kind of backward thinking told ya this would work out for ya but ya were feed lies. I don’t reward disrespect. Since you touched three of my godchildren, I’m going to send ya and yer dear brother here to be closer with ye maker. See if he’ll show ya some respect.”