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“Aye, that I am,” I confirm with a sinister grin. “That’s why I had no issues barrin’ Ronan from Northern Ireland. If I see him again, I’ll do to him what was done to Nolen.”
Silence.
“This is yer first and only warnin’. If I catch ye, and I will catch ye, goin’ behind my back, I’ll do ya. That’s it. No second chances. Y’hear me? And anyone who thinks they can outsmart me…more power to ye.”
Danny doesn’t seem convinced. “Thon boy sits down to pee,” he says, looking at his friends with a condescending grin. “That’s a cracker yarn, but how ’bout ye—”
Before he has a chance to continue, I punch him in the nose, breaking it. He howls, putting an end to defying me.
“Ronan was in business with the Doyles,” I reveal, silencing Danny’s cries. “And this was allowed because yousens don’t respect or fear Connor Kelly. But yawillrespect me, or I’ll be breakin’ more than just yer noses.
“I know who yer family are. I know where ye live. Trust me when I say, ye don’t want to fuck with me, lads. I don’t care about ye or yer families. Yer nothin’ but a worker who is easily replaced, and when I say replaced, I mean no one will ever find yer corpse.”
And just like that, the atmosphere in the room changes. I can smell their fear.
“Away now. We’re done. These wee meetin’s are no more. Ye do what I tell ya, or yer gone. Any questions?”
Silence once more.
“Didn’t think so. Fuck off now.”
With blood pouring through Danny’s hands, he shouts, “Connor, yer gonna let this dirty blurt talk to us this way? Clean his clock!”
Before Connor has a chance to reply, I reach for the gun in the small of my back and shoot Danny in the kneecap. He collapses to the ground, shrieking and writhing in pain.
I look at Connor. “Is this the son ye’d be proud of? The son ye’d be proud to call yer own?”
He is expressionless. “Y’heard the lad, fuck off then.”
The men don’t know how to react, but soon realize this is a new empire in which there are new rules—my rules. They soon clear out, leaving me alone with Connor, the lads, and a gurning Danny.
“What’s this about the Doyles?”
Looking at Cian and Rory, I gesture that they’re to take Danny and dump him on his doorstep. Let his wife deal with him. They know what the plans are after that, so they nod.
Gripping him by the collar, Cian drags Danny through the warehouse, whistling a jolly tune. Once they’re gone, Connor makes it clear that it’s time I explained.
“The shipment of yokes and sneachta, the Doyles are comin’ into Belfast for it,” I bluntly reveal.
“Yer jokin’ me?” Connor says, shaking his head.
“Does it look like I’m jokin’?”
Uncle Sean didn’t want Connor to know any of this. He knew what that would mean for me, but I’m not afraid of Connor anymore. This arsehole deserves to know that his empire is crumbling before his eyes.
“How would ye know that?”
It’s now or never…
“’Cause I broke into yer office and found the address of the Doyles pub in Dublin hidden in yer drawer. I went there and became friends with the Doyles. They trusted me, and in return, I killed Aidan and Hugh Doyle for their mistake.
“Liam and Brody think I’m an American, but someone has been tippin’ them off. That’s how they knew about our lorry. That’s how Ronan and Nolen thought it was okay to go behind our backs.
“Someone almost killed Cian, thinking he was me. I don’t know who told them that. Erin Doyle is apparently involved, but I don’t buy it. So tonight, I’m going to get to the bottom of this. And I’m goin’ to avenge my ma.”
Connor is shook. His anger has taken a back seat as he processes everything I just said.
“Brody knows a Kelly took his brother, so he’s gonna take your brother.”
