Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,73
I found the person she paid.”
I’m nodding, my whole body moving. “Found him?”
“He’s dead, Emma.” Shay’s voice holds no remorse. This is the part of him I barely knew. This man right now who’s standing in front of me looking like a model but with the words of a monster.
“Maybe you should reconsider the killing part?”
This time Shay moves, turning his wide back on me.
“I’m leaving in five minutes.” He steps out of the room but stalls at the threshold. “I wish things could be different.”
“You don’t have to wish, Shay. Things can be different.”
My words have him leaving me with swirling thoughts and a sinking feeling in my stomach.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SHAY
She barely looked at any of the clothes she picked. The back of the car is filled with bags of everything imaginable, yet she’s sitting in the front seat staring out the window. Twice I’ve noticed her chewing her nails, something I’ve never seen her do before. If I could leave her somewhere safe—I would—but she’s the safest with me.
The underground fight club is approaching fast. Emma’s words about me not killing Amanda are irritating. This bitch took my brother from me, and I want to know why and also take pleasure in killing her.
I won’t torture her, and that’s only because Emma is with me. I pull up slowly to the curb and remove my gun from the glove compartment.
“This feels wrong.” Emma’s voice cracks.
“Emma, love.” I place the gun in my waistband and face the red-headed beauty. “I know this is shit. But, I have to do this.”
I don’t want to argue with her about it. Her large green eyes glaze over, and I get out of the car. She follows, and once she reaches my side, I take her small hand in mine.
We walk down the sidewalk, and I wonder if we look like a regular couple out for a stroll. When I glance at Emma, she’s pale, and I want to walk back to the car, deal with this another time, but I can’t leave the North without finding out why Frankie died. I need redemption for my brother. Maybe then I will have a chance at building a life with Emma. That is if my blackmailing Liam O’ Reagan doesn’t tip the scales in his favor.
As we enter, a few people mill around, but the moment they see Emma and me, they give me a nod of respect. How many of them know? None, really. They were nobodies. They wouldn’t know that Frankie’s death wasn’t just an average fight. It was murder.
“We’re closed.” Amanda makes me smile as she focuses on counting money. When she looks up, I love the fear that fills her face. It dissolves slightly when she sees me holding Emma’s hand.
Good.
“No fights?” I ask and walk right up to her. She rises, her gaze darts everywhere.
“I’d like a word in private.” She looks over my shoulder, but I don’t care if there is an army behind me. All I want is her.
She keeps looking at Emma, and I’m tempted to pull Emma behind my back, but I don’t. Her seeing me holding Emma’s hand is giving her a false sense of safety.
“Peps, will you hold the fort? I’ll be back in five,” Amanda calls to whoever Peps is. I don’t turn to see who she’s talking to. Amanda takes us into the back office. It’s a shell, just like the fight club.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I want?” I release Emma’s hand, and I swear she sways slightly.
“I know what you want, Shay.” Amanda turns her back on me and opens a cupboard. My hand moves to my gun and rests there until she turns back around with a bottle of scotch and a glass.
“They always said the territory would never be sold.” She uncaps the bottle and pours herself a full glass.
“Your da was winning all their money. Every fight he won, punters wanted the underdog to win. But against your da…” Amanda drinks the full glass of scotch. “They had no chance.”
I keep my hand on the handle of the gun and the other on Emma. I want to empty it into Amanda’s chest, but I also need a name first.
“They wanted a way to stop him.” She laughs. “They suggested that you be taken out in the cages.” She refills her glass. I release Emma’s hand and pick up the scotch.
“Did you suggest Frankie?” I drink the glass down as I keep an eye on Amanda.