Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,62

and I make it there in record time.

When I get out, Edward doesn’t move. He’s pissing me off as I walk around to his door and pull it open.

“Get the fuck out!”

“He’ll kill me.” Is his pathetic answer.

I withdraw my gun. ”I’ll kill you.”

Edward gets out, and I keep the gun at the ready as I walk to the building that houses one of the biggest brothels in Belfast. I’ve used it myself. The moment Tracy sees me walk through the door, she’s standing and smiling. Her smile falters as Edward walks in behind me.

“The red-headed girl, where is she?” I don’t point the gun at Tracy, this is her job, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get the answers I want.

“Calm down, Shay.” She’s stepping around the counter with her hands half in the air.

I don’t like Edward behind me, so I turn to him. “Get on your knees, you cunt.” He does, folding his large frame, and I keep the gun pointed at him.

“I’m not fucking around, Tracy. Where is she?” I keep my gaze on Edward.

“They brought her in a few hours ago. Said she wasn’t for the brothel, they took her down the hall, that’s the last I saw of her.”

I take a look at Tracy. “If you fucking lie to me...”

She lowers her hands, her confidence growing. “I wouldn’t fucking lie to you.”

“You stay here; if you move, I’ll hunt you down.” I threaten Edward before leaving and entering the hall.

All the doors are closed. I know exactly what goes on behind them. My chest tightens when I think of Emma stuck behind one of these doors, sucking some fat guy’s cock.

My foot connects with the first door; it gives way on the first kick. A girl screams and climbs off the man she was fucking. Her dark hair has me moving onto the next door.

Two kicks, and the door bounces open. More screams. This time the man gets up off the bed and glares at me. I raise the gun, and he sits his ass back down on the bed.

The third door, I’m ready to kick in.

“Jesus, Shay.” Tracy’s voice rings behind me as my foot slams into the third door. Three girls scatter to different sides of the room: all blonde, all naked.

“I can do this all day,” I say to Tracy as I move to the next door.

She curses and leaves. People are starting to come into the halls, men half-dressed, women scurrying around looking for Tracy, I’m sure. The fifth room is empty. The further I go, the more my worry grows. I don’t want her to be behind one of these doors, but if she isn’t here, then what the fuck have they done with her?

The door I kick in doesn’t stop the brunette from sucking the guy’s cock. He looks at me alarmed but doesn’t move as he continues to half enjoy getting his cock sucked.

“Shay.”

The gun in my hand feels heavy as I turn to my da, who stands at the end of the hall.

“Could you close the door?” I turn back to the brunette who wipes spit from the side of her face.

I point the gun at her. “Suck his cock,” I command, wanting to hurt someone.

My da was here. My da was in on this. I couldn’t process that right now.

“Suck his cock.” I raise my voice and step into the room. She wraps her lips around the head of the guy’s cock while looking at me.

“Shay.” My da’s voice has me clenching the gun.

“Keep sucking it, you tramp.”

The brunette does as I tell her, but I’m sure the guy is soft in her mouth.

“Shay.”

I step out of the room and face my da. “What are you doing here?” I know it’s not for women. My ma is his world, so that leaves one thing—Emma.

I don’t want it to be Emma, but logic tells me it is. I haven’t put the gun away. I keep it at my side.

“Where is she?”

Tracy ushers all the women and complaining punters back into their rooms. Most go, but one guy wants a fucking refund.

“Where is she?” I ask my da, who steps closer to me as the punter continues to whine behind me.

I spin, my temper flaring, and push the gun to his head. More screams fill the halls. “You want a fucking refund, you fat bastard? She should be paid to allow your fat ass on top of her.”

“Shay, it’s fine.” Tracy tries to push herself closer to