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“We will get her, deal with Jonathon, and then her prick of a Da when Sophie is safe. Let’s get Sophie first,” he says in his fighter tone.
The rest of the drive is silent. We are preparing mentally. We don’t know if we will find anything, but we will try.
We pull up to the parking lot. I don’t see Jonathon’s car but knowing the fucker he could be driving anything and I wouldn’t know any different.
“I will check the left side of the building and you take the right.” Jones is giving me orders, but I know he is in the zone, so I follow my orders like the solider he needs me to be. I am usually the one who gives the orders, but I am grateful for Jones, I am thinking too much with my heart and not my head. I don’t think I would survive if anything has happened to my Sophie.
It's not a bad night to be outside, the moon and stars light up the sky. For Ireland it’s not too cold or wet, that’s a plus for us Irish. The right side has nothing, just bricks and bins. I look everywhere but can’t see anything that would indicate a basement. I meet Jones around the back. He has had no luck either. I am losing hope with this plan already.
“Let’s try the apartment, and then we will head back to the house.” Jones sounds how I feel. Defeated. There is a tightness in my throat from unshed tears.
We make our way up the stairs towards her apartment door, when Jones suddenly stops in front of me.
“Sounds like there is a man inside, I can hear a male voice. Can you?”
“Do you think it is Jonathon? Do you think we could have possibly found them?” I am nearly excited for this to be true. I could be seconds away from savingmySophie.
We approach the apartment door as silently as two full grown ass men can. Jones picks the lock to open the door. I didn’t know he could do that. He is wasted being my chef and home security, he needs more field work. I will talk to him once I have Sophie safe. Jones opens the door slightly and he peeks inside. He moves his hand to tell me to follow him but still has his gun pointed out front of him. I follow in behind and can hear the male but it's not Jonathon's voice, who the fuck is this? Does he have someone helping him?
We reach the end of the hallway that leads straight to the living room. There is a man, about six foot tall, I would say ginger hair, but Ruairi doesn’t like anyone calling him ginger, so this man has reddish hair, black t-shirt and joggers on and black trainers. Not very well dressed at all. He has a phone to his ear.
“I know they are searching for him mate. I don’t honestly believe he could be capable of this. He is just messed up at the min. I know he didn’t do a few cars like he said he would,” he pauses, I can’t make what out what the other person is saying, “oh me, I am just grabbing a few nice shiny things from this apartment and heading on. Aye, I will be at the bar, hopefully big Joe’s there to sell these too. Yeah, some designer gear here mate. Catch ya.”
Just as this lad spins around he sees Jones and I standing there in front of him with two guns on him, one aiming at his heart and the other at his head. His eyes look big behind his big ass glasses, but they are so much bigger now. Fear. What I live for. No one is moving, we are basically at a standoff.
“Where is he?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Who?” this man replies. I don’t have time for games, not today.
“Don’t fuck me around,mate,where the fuck is he?” I roar at him with my teeth bared and step closer to him with each word. He stumbles back and falls perfectly into the air chair. I couldn’t have planned that better if I tried. He is visibly shaking.
“I d… don’t k… know who you are t… t… talking about. I'm n… not trying to b… be awkward, sir.” Ta-da, he is recognizing me. We are getting somewhere.
“Fine, just to quicken this up, where is Jonathon?” Jones asks him, still with his gun on him.
“I don’t k… know, sir. We h… haven't seen him in d… days.”
First mistake, the lie. I don’t think he needs to be able to walk, so maybe I will start there. I point my gun down at his left foot and shoot. My silencer is on, but oh my fucking God, the squeal he makes, he would make a great Mariah Carey impersonator. These young bucks are all the same, drama queens. Jones has got behind him and places his hand over his mouth to try and dull the noise.
“Shall we try again? Where is Jonathon?” I ask more calmly.
“I honestly don’t know, sir. He told me he was taking some time off to get things right in his head since his mam died,” he cries out to me. I am not sure if I believe him or not. I look to Jones who is looking down on the lad with disgust, then I see the puddle of piss on the floor. Seriously, one little gunshot wound. I can’t hack these weans anymore.
“Last fucking chance before I blow your head off. Where is Jonathon?” I say into his face so he can see my eyes and know I am not bluffing. I don’t have time to ass around here! I need to find my woman!
“I d… don’t know man. I have already told you everything. Please, just let me run back to my mam. I won’t tell anyone about tonight. Pinky promise,” he sobs back to me. I look him dead in the eye and watch as Jones steps to the side.
“You had your chance, I will be seeing you in hell,pinky promise.”As I watch the bullet leave my gun and his eyes go wide with the realization that death is coming. Such a beautiful sight. His head falls back and his blood oozes. Fuck! Going to need the clean-up crew in before Lauren can return, or Ruairi might have my balls for leaving her apartment like this.
“Jones, let's get out of here.” I throw back over my shoulder as I am heading for the door. As we are leaving the apartment, I text wee Dickie to send the clean-up crew round as soon as possible.
As we make our way back round to the front to get into the car again, my phone rings. It’s not one of my men, I have all their numbers.
“Yes?” I am not saying too much because I don’t know who it is yet.
“Mr. Traynor. Harry here. I think Jonathon may have taken my daughter to a house in Newry. That was the house I met with him for a catch up and a report on Sophie’s life. We haven’t been to the house in two months. I know you might think it’s a trap, but honestly, I just want my daughter safe. You can take as many men as you want, you won’t meet any of my people, or get drama from me. I will text you the address.” He just hangs up. How the fuck did he get my number? I don’t want to trust him, but I am running out of options.
“You hear all that? What do you think?”
