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“What do we tell the police? Do I report them missing? Do I pretend I don’t know what happened?”
After my nose is clean, I take a deep breath and pop it back in place, cursing again. I wipe under my nose again, collecting the small trickle of blood that leaked out.
When I’ve gotten my bearings, I grab Damon’s hands. “I think the best thing to do is wait twenty-four hours, then report them missing. I’ll ask the cleaners what they want to do, and we can come up with a plan.”
“Who are the cleaners?” Damon asks just as a knock sounds at the door. “Who is that?”
“Cleaners.” I stand and motion for Damon to stay on the couch when he tries to follow me. I grab the gun he put on the table and tiptoe to the door. I check the peephole and smile when I see the people on the other side.
Pulling the door open, I wave the two men in. “Prince,” Paddy says, bringing me in for a hug. “Good to see you again, brother. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” His voice is gruff and tight, his Irish accent thick.
“You too, man.” I pat his back and turn to the other cleaner.
Declan, Paddy’s right-hand man, steps up and claps me on the back as well. “Always have to bail you out, hmm?” he quips, referencing when we had to call Paddy and his crew to help us get Abel when he was abducted. His accent isn’t as thick as Paddy’s but there’s no mistaking he’s an Irishman, through and through
“What have we got?” Paddy asks and I wave him back to James’s office. Damon looks at me with solemn eyes. I hold my hand up so he stays in place, and I escort my two old friends to a crime scene.
Paddy whistles when he sees the state of the office and the three bodies littering the floor. “What the fuck did you get yourself into, lad?”
Quickly, I go through what happened with Brent and Paddy nods. “So, yeah, he definitely needed to go.”
“Glad you handled that. Mamba was a pain in my ass.” Paddy looks around some more then checks out the bodies. “Okay, so, you fucked them up pretty good.” He turns around and sends me a smirk. “Best thing to do is maybe robbery gone wrong, but not here. We’ll have to move the bodies.”
I nod, kicking at the legs of James, who’s sprawled out by his desk. I wish I could kill him again.
Declan walks over to Fallon, who’s face down. “A shooting, a knife to the eye, and …” He inclines his head to Conrad.
“He got the same treatment,” I say. “It was his knife.”
The Irishmen laugh and slip into a shorthand I’m used to hearing but could never quite understand. They come to a decision and turn to me. Paddy says, “I need three men here to help us do what needs to be done. It’s dark out, so no neighbors will see us transporting.”
“What do you need?” I hear from the door and see Damon standing there, arms around his middle.
I hold my hand out and he ambles over. Paddy’s eyes grow soft as he looks at my man.
“You’re a little beat up there. Ribs?” Damon nods, tucking into my side. “I’ll have a look at them shortly.” He focuses back on me and answers my question. “Car keys. We’ll drive them down to the pier and make it look like an accident. I’ll also have some men come clean things up here.” He inclines his head, and we all leave the office.
Taking a seat on the couch, Paddy waves Damon over and lifts his shirt. He prods a few ribs and Damon flinches, biting his lip so he doesn’t cry out. “Does your father—”
“He’s not my dad,” Damon growls in a tone I’ve never heard before..
“My apologies, lad,” Paddy says, dropping his shirt. Damon nods. “Does that piece of shite have a job he reports to?”
“He’s a lawyer. High profile.”
Paddy shrugs. “That doesn’t matter. We can handle that. Will it be suspicious if he doesn’t show up to work tomorrow?”
“Yes. Probably.”
Paddy swears under his breath. “Okay, we need to get started now. Declan,” he calls to his right-hand man who hurries to his side. “Grab me something to bind these ribs. And call three men to move bodies and two men to clean. No mess, nothing left behind.”
Declan gets on the phone and barks out orders, coming over with a shirt and a pair of scissors. Paddy binds Damon’s ribs, and I feel myself getting antsy, hating seeing Damon in pain. Once that’s done, Paddy stands and I do the same, pulling him in for another hug. “Thanks for helping, Paddy. I won’t forget this.”
“Anything for you, lad. Tell Savage I asked about him and I miss our chats. I’ll be calling soon.”
With that, Paddy and Declan head to the office. Grabbing Damon’s hand, I pull him to his room. “Pack a bag. You’re staying the night with me. We can figure out how to cover this bruise on your face so you can work tomorrow. Everything has to look normal in case the cops come see you. Understand?”
He nods. “What will happen?”
