His Obsession - Rose Marie Page 0,45
cowboy boots.” Ben in his stupid Texas accent always thought he was boss, but he wasn’t so boss-like when the video went vial of him begging his pregnant fiancés sister to be with him.
“You’re all just a bunch of little boys with too much money to play with. I won’t even entertain you all.” I tell them trying to nail down to why the hell they were here, but Landen and his demon had other ideas.
“Fucking pussies.” Where has my pacifist brother gone?
“Aye, but at least we’re getting pussy and arena stalking it.” Adam smirked and I could feel the walls of my self-restraint crumble. Get Him! In a flash my fist connects with someone’s jaw and in the next thing I know there’s a full out brawl in my office. When I get a fist in my face and punch in the gut, I growl and grab Liam and Adam by the collar ready to throw them.
“Say Cain I wonder how long it'll take us tu skin ‘em alive? How about yu Cillin, any idea?” That stopped us.
“Six full grown adult males, most of ‘em wit’ muscular builds, some wit’ less body fat then other’s… yu know yu always have tu take the fat into consideration when yer skinning ‘em because sometimes the fatty parts just dinna want tu act righ’ so I’d say about two hours each. If we drug em to sleep or paralyze em so we can work efficiently” The eldest O’Shea brother, known as Cillin spoke seriously rubbing his ginger beard.
“Hey, I’d rather live to see my children grow up. I apologize for disrespecting you boss.” Liam held up his hands stepping back.
“Smart monkey, and then there were five half- dead motherfeckers.” Conner O’Shea smirked.
“Yu know I just got this brand-new surgical knife set from me wife. Never been used, because I’ve been wanting tu wait fer Christmas, but this is as good a time as any. I’ve been watchin’ yutube videos on them and I hear they cut through skin like butter.”
“Aye, that was a nice set. I tink I’ll by meself one, or get- hey yu never answered the question.”
“Oi! Yer right. Since I’m the expert with knives it’ll take me more time then the two of yu, because I’m a perfectionist and I dinna like tu get any meat or fat on me product. I find it harder tu remove when it’s time tu sell yu know? A cleaner cut fetches a better price. Give me a day wit’ em by meself and yu’ll have the freshest skinned flesh known tu man done by yers truly.”
“Alright. Damn it…alright we'll behave.” Adam said letting go of Landen’s shirt, and fixing his cuff link. We followed his lead detangling ourselves from one another.
“Guess yer not as stupid as we thought.” Conner smiled as I gulped and sat. “Now lets get down tu business. I’ll make a long story short. I want tu buy into yer company. I’m legalizing some aspects me organization fer me son Carter because me wife worries it’ll be hard on him tu just deal in illegal shite. Tu a degree I understand, though me boy’o is smarter than most I still want him know about running legal companies as well as… well yu catch me drift.”
Landen turned to me just as looking just as shocked as I felt. Us go into business with the Mafia? That’s asking a bit much. We already have otherworldly shit we have to deal with now this?” As much as I wanted to automatically decline, Adam stopped me, pulling out documents for Landen and I to go over.
To my surprise what he said was true. The money I’d profit from doing very little is substantial to the point that turning it down would make me the biggest idiot on the planet. Outside of a few things that are not to major to adjust to, everything is in Landen and I’s favor. Though a deal this sweet has my ears twitching. What’s the catch?
“This all looks amazing especially on our end, and to be honest it all sounds too good to be true. What’s in this for you Mr. O’Shea? From reading this it doesn’t sound like you get much out of this for now.” The Mob King cocked his head to the side and sat back. He looked at us as if we were children who needed a stern talking too.
“Aye, I dinna get much fer now, but that’s the point. It’s not fer me.