AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“She’s a fucking Kelly,” he snarls. “A Kelly. She dismissed us like we’re nothing. She should be proud of who she really is.”
“That’s why you did this, right? Because you think she disrespected you?”
“She did,” he yells. “She said she would never be a Kelly. You fucked up, Gallagher. You took our family from us. Don’t worry, we’ll do the same to you.”
Denis smirks. “Your son is dead. That fucking sick bastard deserved everything he got.”
The weird growling sound that rumbles from Sean is unlike anything I have ever heard.
“You cunt,” he spits. The anger coming from the old man is palpable. He’s raging, and I can’t help but smile. The fucker is losing the plot, and I’m enjoying every fucking minute of it.
“You went after my daughter,” Denis growls as he takes a step closer to him. “You had those animals beat and torture her. You act as though you care about her, but it’s obvious that you only care about your reputation.” Denis steps into the fucker’s face and whispers something into the old man’s ear. Whatever it is causes Sean to shake with rage. “Remember, fucker, that Chloe is a Gallagher. No one wants to be a Kelly, not even Aileen. Your daughter fucking despises you. Not to mention, so does Blain and Tyrone. Your kids fucking hate you, and no doubt will party at your funeral.”
Butch’s laughter is deep and loud. “You die and that’ll be the last of the Kelly’s. Blain and Tyrone have already used their ma’s name. Aileen will follow suit. You die, it’s the last of the Kelly’s, and Lord, what a fucking present that is for the rest of the world.”
“Butcher O’Hara, you let that dirty whore of a niece of yours betray your family and marry the Gallagher bastard.”
Denis slams his fist into Sean’s face, and the old man howls in pain. “Don’t you dare fucking say my wife’s name.” He punches the bastard once again, managing not to go for the fucker’s nose or jaw.
“You’re a fucking coward, Denis. A fucking coward. The only way you’ll come after me is with me tied up. When I get out of here, I’m going to enjoy taking your wife.”
Denis whips out his knife from his pocket and slices through the bindings that have Sean tied up. He pushes the old fucker to the ground. Denis’ chest is heaving with his anger. He’s raging mad. If that cunt said that shit about Chloe, I’d lose my fucking mind.
Sean stumbles to his feet and makes a run for Denis, but Denis is ready for him. He pulls his fist back and lets it fly, knocking the old man to the ground with just one punch.
“You’ll never touch my wife. You’ll never fucking see her,” he growls as he crouches down in front of Sean and grabs the back of his head. “You’re going to die, old man, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.” He slams Sean’s head into the cement floor of the barn. Over and over again, he continues to smash Sean’s head against the floor.
“Don’t kill him,” Butch yells. “For what we have planned, the cunt needs to be alive.”
I’m curious as to what they have planned. It’s obvious that we’re only here for the show. Denis and Butch have things already planned out. Hell, I’m good with that. Just as long as I get to see that cunt die, I’m good.
Denis stands back, his chest heaving as he glares at Sean. “Fine. Get the fuck up, arsehole.”
It takes a while for Sean to drag himself off the floor. His face is completely fucked up. Blood pours from his nose, mouth, and ears. There’s not a bit of his face that hasn’t been hit by either Denis or the cement floor.
“You want me?” the old man slurs. “Then come and get me.”
I chuckle. Christ, the man is fucking delusional.
“You’re done,” Denis says dismissively.
That only angers Sean. He takes a few limping steps toward Denis, his arms spread out wide. He’s not giving up. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s tenacious.
“What the fuck do you want, Sean?” Denis hisses, his fists balled up at his sides.
“Giving up already? Thought the tough Denis Gallagher wanted to kill me?”
Denis smirks. “Oh, don’t worry, Sean, your time is ticking. In fact, the clock has just run out.” His laughter is humorless and filled with anger.
“You ready for me?” Stephen questions, and I realize that he’s changed. The fucker is now in overalls, and he’s wearing a manic smile.
The men all have smirks on their faces.
“We’re ready for you,” Denis tells Stephen. “He’s all yours.”
Stephen rubs his hands together. “Alrighty then,” he grins. “You’re all mine, Sean, and I’m going to enjoy your screams.”
“What?” the old man stutters. “What are you going to do?”
