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“Where the fuck have you been Pol? I thought you were dead?”
“Here. There. Everywhere.” He shakes his head as though he’s annoyed with himself about something.
“You married? Got any kids?”
“No and no.”
“But there is someone, right?” I ask, thinking of his reaction a few seconds earlier.
“Hmm. There was.”
“Was?”
“Is,” he snaps and I wonder what the story is there because I have definitely pushed some kind of button. “Look, we gonna stand here reminiscing or are we gonna get in there and fuck up Sean O’Connor’s day?”
“And what makes you think I’m going to do that?” I frown at him.
“Well, you’re not handing operations over to him, are you?” he asks, a little more of his Irish accent creeping into his voice the more he talks to me.
“Not a chance in hell.”
“After you then, kid,” he says as he indicates the door.
I pull it open and walk inside the room with my uncle close behind me. There are a dozen men in the room. Sean O’Connor sits in the middle of them, the ringmaster of this particular circus. His face is a mess and his arm is in a sling and I can’t help but smile as I approach him.
“You’re late,” he snarls.
“What can I say? My girl wouldn’t let me get out of bed.”
“I bet,” he snarls. “She looked like a slut.”
I don’t have to act because Paul does it for me, walking straight over to O’Connor and grabbing him by the throat. “Apologize!” he snarls as O’Connor’s men look on. Although, I suppose they are no longer O’Connor’s men. They are mine.
O’Connor’s face is turning blue. He fumbles at his jacket but Paul only squeezes tighter and Sean looks like he’s about to pass out. “Sorry!” he eventually wheezes and Paul releases him.
“Thank you for coming here this morning, gentlemen,” I say as I shove my hands in my pockets and finger the brass knuckles I have in there. I’ll be happily using them on Sean O’Connor’s face if he utters one more word about Jessie. “I won’t keep you long, but I wanted to tell you how things are going to be now that my father is dead.”
Sean snorts and shakes his head.
“You got something to say first?” I snarl.
“Yes.” He pulls a gun out of his jacket and points it at me. “We are going to tell you how things are going to work around here. Now that your father is dead, the reign of the Ryan family is officially over.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he spits.
I look beside him at his second-in-command, Cormac Macaulay, who rolls his eyes.
“Can someone kindly escort this piece of shit out of here?” I ask as I look around the room for a willing volunteer. Five men stand up.
“I can, Boss,” one of them says.
Sean stares at them with an open mouth and waves his gun at me again. Cormac stands up and no doubt thinking his right-hand man is leaping to his defense, Sean stands with him.
“I think it’s only right that I do it,” Cormac says.
“What the fuck?” Sean snarls but Cormac has disarmed him and has his arm up his back before he can even finish the sentence.
