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"It is," Stephen says with a nod. "But we're all being watched. We're always being fucking watched. The guardai aren't ever going to stop watching us. They'll never have anything on us, but they've got our homes on lockdown with surveillance."
"Here I thought you had the cops in your pocket, Denis," Pyro taunts.
"Not all of them, but enough to ensure we're never followed. Now, we need to talk about Jed."
"That cunt is going down," Stephen hisses. "Not going to lie, Denis, I'm going to get sick and tired of waiting for some actual proof the guy’s a fucking prick. I'll end him, no bother at all."
Maverick nods. "Might as well. It's not like the fucker's actually doing anything for us. From what Gerry's said, he's encroaching into all our territories."
"You can't just kill people for the sake of it," Denis sighs.
"Says the man who has done so on more than one occasion," Maverick snorts. "What's so different about this fucker?"
"He's being watched," Danny tells us. "He's on the guardai radar, as are we. That bastard dies and we'll be the number one suspects. None of us want to do time for that fucker."
He's got a point, but I'm still for the idea of taking Jed out. Everyone knows there's no smoke without fire. Those rumors aren't fake. Jed's up to something and we're going to find out what the fuck it is. That asshole's business is going to end and he won't be taking payment from anyone else.
"Tonight, word is that Jed has a meeting with someone who owes him thirty grand," Malcolm informs us.
Pyro lets out a whistle. "Damn, that's a lot of money to owe someone. How the fuck has he racked up that much debt?"
"It gets worse," Malcolm says. "He's not the one paying it off. From what I've uncovered, it's his kids paying it off."
My stomach rolls with acid. What man does that shit? That's beyond fucked up. Christ, what an ass.
"The meeting should be taking place in about an hour. It's happening not far from here," Danny says as he glances at his cell. "We should get going."
I hate this shit. We have little to no information on what's going to happen. We're going in blind. I trust my brothers implicitly, but there are other factors involved here, so I have to go with those who have helped us.
My brothers and I climb onto our bikes while the rest of the men get into their cars. We follow behind them as they lead us to where Jed O'Connor is to have his meeting with this fucked up mystery guy.
It takes us almost thirty minutes to get to the meeting point. It's in a parking lot, across from a narrow, one-way street, we’ve the perfect vantage point to see the bar, one that I've seen many times but haven't frequented. It's rowdy and looks like a fucking mess. There are drunken assholes stumbling around the place, and it just looks sketchy as hell.
"Ah, the man of the hour," Denis comments as I see a tall guy in his mid-fifties step out of the bar. He's got three men around him, all of whom are taller than him and have about a hundred pounds more muscle than he does. It's clear to see that he's a lot more than just a loan shark. No one would have that much muscle behind them just being a loan shark.
"Peter Mangan," Jed says loudly, and the drunken asshole who's walking toward the bar stumbles a little as he raises his head. "Been looking for you."
"J-J-Jed, I didn't know you were in town," the guy shouts.
I roll my eyes. Christ, he's drunk as fuck.
"Evidently," Jed says. "Where's my money?"
The guy’s face pales. "I told you, Al is getting you the money. Talk to her."
"I would," Jed grunts. "But I haven't seen her either. You and your family seem to be hiding from me."
"She's home," the asshole Peter says, his voice cracking. He's scared and everyone knows it.
Jed stands taller. "She had better have my money, Peter. If she doesn't, I'm not going to let her get away with it."
The asshole holds up his hands. "I know the rules, Jed, and so does she."
"I'll be seeing you real soon, Peter. You’d best pray that your daughter has the money. She's real pretty, and I have no doubt she'd be a fucking animal if I got between her thighs She doesn't pay up, I'm taking payment anyway," he snarls as he turns on his heel and returns to the bar.
"So, we were right," Denis grunts. "That cunt. I'm going to enjoy killing the fucker."
"We need to find out who the fuck that guy Peter is and who his daughter is. God, fucking Jed, the slimy bastard," Maverick hisses. "I'll have Freddie ask around. He's able to get information from everyone."
