Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,74
He was the easier option.” She admits it.
I place the glass on the table. “Refill it,” I tell her.
Amanda does. “It was the only way to get rid of your da.” Amanda’s hand shakes for the first time. Once she has the glass filled, she reaches for it, but I take it.
“You couldn’t just ask him? Tell him that the territory was under new management?”
I turn to Emma, who’s looking far too fucking white, and hand her the scotch. She blinks a few times like she’s just waking up but takes the glass from my outstretched fingers.
She takes a sip. “Drink it all.” I nod.
“We did, Shay. He laughed at us, and no one would touch him.”
My da had been warned. Something close to shock ripples down through my system, but it doesn’t matter. They still killed Frankie to get rid of him.
“Tell me who controls the cages now.”
The pulse in Amanda’s neck is flickering wildly, the only sign that she’s afraid. She won’t answer.
I take the chair that’s at the front of her desk and place it in the corner facing the wall.
“Emma, go sit down.” Emma’s like a zombie as she carries her drink and sits on the chair. She’s facing the wall. I don’t want to do this in front of her, but I don’t trust anyone outside this room. If I don’t kill Amanda before I leave, she will warn the people who put the hit on Frankie’s head, and all this will be for nothing.
I remove the gun from the back of my jeans. Her gaze snaps to it, and she shakes her head.
“Shay.”
I fire a shot to the left of her head. Her scream is accompanied by the smashing of glass. I glance at Emma, who’s still sitting on the chair. Her shoulders are hunched, and the glass is shattered at her feet.
I turn back to Amanda. “You know that the timer’s set. You tell me now, or I’ll take you from this room and kill you slowly.”
“I swear to God, Shay. I never met them.”
I step up to the desk and push the gun against her forehead. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Someone told you something.”
“Yes. Someone I met once gave me instructions to have you killed. I suggested Frankie as he would be easier. That was it. I got paid.”
“How much?” I tap the gun against her forehead.
“Ten G’s.”
“And what, you gave three to Michael?”
Amanda’s gaze pleads with me. “You're telling me you have no idea who took over this area?”
Sweat trickles down the side of her face. “I swear to God, Shay. Please.”
She isn’t lying.
“I have footage.” She swallows her panic. “I have footage of the guy who gave the order.”
I take the gun away from her forehead and grin. “Get it.”
She’s moving from behind the desk and bends down to another cupboard. I keep the gun aimed at her head.
She’s taking her sweet time.
“Amanda,” I warn as she rises. She’s quick, but I’m quicker as I pull the trigger a millisecond before she does. She slams into the wall—the bullet tears past my head and into the office door.
Blood oozes from the bullet hole in her head.
Emma’s sobs have me moving towards the cupboard that Amanda had been at. I push aside more bottles of alcohol and open several files for all accounts and fights that took place here. I throw them aside until I see a small black cassette tape at the back. Picking it up, I slip it into my pocket.
I cross the room and catch Emma, who stumbles from the chair. I keep her facing forward and take her out of the office. I close the door behind me, so she doesn’t look back. No one is in the cage area. Either the bullets made them scatter, or I’m going to step into an ambush.
“You stay behind me.” I move Emma, so she’s shielded by my body and keep my gun at the ready as I move quickly across the concrete floor. The moment I reach the door, I slow my pace down. I turn to Emma. “No matter what happens, stay behind me.”
She nods, her red lips chewed down to the open flesh. I don’t have time to comfort her. I move, and she stays right behind me as we enter the small hallway.
No one is in sight, and that worries me even more. I move slowly. I don't want to linger this long. If no one is here, they must have reported the gunshots they