Page 39 of Guarding Salvation

Jimmy began to breathe through his nose as his anger rose. How dare that fucking Russian dictate to him. He had a good mind to kill the fucker, but he needed this deal to secure his drug routes into the US. He also had a good little sideline in human trafficking, which Jimmy was happy to get involved with.

Now his fucking slut of a daughter was trying to ruin everything for him. After everything he’d given her. A beautiful home, designer clothes, parties, holidays, that ungrateful bitch had fucked him over one too many times.

He’d thought teaching her lesson after lesson with his men and then letting them have their fun with her would break her spirit, would show her how good she’d had it, but she was as bad as her ungrateful bitch of a mother.

His pa had been right when he said women were only good to suck cock and fuck. Allowing a woman the right to choose was a recipe for disaster and look where it had got him.

“What about the tracking chip?”

Conlan shrugged. “Not picking up, but you know after the last time you taught her a lesson the chip was damaged, so the signal is spotty. I have someone monitoring it twenty-four-seven. As soon as it comes online, we’ll find her.”

“Good, reach out to all of our associates across the country and even as far as Europe. There’s a hundred grand reward for information on her whereabouts.”

“That will certainly help, Jim.”

“Now bring that thieving little prick Aiden O’Malley over to the house and put him in the cellar. I want to have some fun later and torturing that asshole will do.”

“Anything else, Jimmy?”

“Yes, did the Italians come through on that heroin shipment?”

“No, nothing yet.”

“Then bomb their warehouse at the docks. They don’t play by the rules, they pay the price. Nobody fucks with Jimmy Doyle and lives.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Jimmy nodded. “Oh, and Conlan, I left you a little gift in your basement. A sweet little thing too. Very much your type and flavour.”

He saw his friend’s eyes glaze over with lust and excitement and wondered how he allowed his appetites to control him in such a way. Kids weren’t his thing, but Conlan was loyal to him and feeding his addiction helped keep him under control.

“Thanks, boss.”

He was practically salivating now, and Jimmy knew that his friend would be satisfying his twisted needs by midnight.

“My pleasure, Conlan. You know I look after my friends. Make sure you do everything I asked for first, though. We wouldn’t want your wife finding out about your little hobby, would we?”

“Course not. We’ll find her, Jimmy. I’ll have every person we know on the lookout.”

Jimmy sat back in his chair and thought of Aoife. She’d been a good child, quiet and sweet and he’d thought she’d serve him well. Become the golden goose and do her duty but she was a spoiled bitch.

If it wasn’t for the deal he’d made with Popov, he’d have her killed. She was nothing but a disappointment. Even his most trusted men had said that in the end, she’d been lame and frigid. Yet, she could whore her body for other men, let them take her virginity and cost him thousands in the process.

If this deal fell through, he’d break her, and then he’d lock her in the dungeon for the rest of her natural-born life. She’d see what making a fool of him brought her and rue the day she’d run from him.

A knock on his door an hour later had him calling to come in. His guard on the door poked his head in. “Jake the scrounch wants a word boss.”

“Send him in.”

Jake was older, a street rat, who’d washed out of the army, years ago. His head was fucked but Jimmy knew he kept an eye on the streets and missed nothing. In return, Jimmy kept him in fags and booze. “Jake?”

“Jimmy, I thought you might like to know I seen a guy hangin’ around. He’s been asking questions about you.”

“Has he now? What does he look like?”

“Big, black, about thirty, the size of a house, and definitely military trained.”

“Where did you see him last?”