Page 67 of The Impossible

Titan looked at him and that evil, cold, pale motherfucker didn’t move an inch. His eyes and entire posture were still locked on me.

“Where you fucked up is coming after her in the beginning. Patience is mine and would have always been mine, even if your plan to double cross me and marry her to Kolton Curr would have succeeded. Been fucking mine.”

“Son, it sounds like you’re doing a bunch of carrying on. Where is your proof?” He finally spoke, bringing a smile to my face.

I began to clap, then nodded toward the doorway. There TJ stood, shackled like a prisoner being led in. He looked rough, but he was sober and alive for now.

“Proof is in the blood and the files.” Otto tossed a manila folder onto the table. Of course, Titus reached for it, being the only person in the room who needed to see what I was saying.

“Tell them what you told me, TJ.”

That was all it took and he spilled his guts to his father. Admitting to everything Shamus confided in him about, including the promise that he would be Shamus’s predecessor because Titus was too weak to step up.

“You weak, conniving ass boy. How dare you let the⁠—”

“And Daddy, he killed Mama. He had everything set up; it wasn’t an allergic reaction. Just like he has a policy on Patience, he had one on Mama.” Tears streamed down TJ’s face and I almost felt bad for him, but not bad enough. His fate would still be his fate.

I extended my hand, and immediately, a gun was placed in it. Within seconds I placed it at the back of TJ’s head and pulled the trigger. I told him I’d make it quick and I did. He was slumped over the table when security came right in and removed him before a bigger mess was made.

“You’re not gonna get away with this. Logan knows all about this meeting, so you can’t kill me, regardless of what you know.”

“Not unemployed Logan without a lick of credibility. Damn, you must not be watching the news, Shamus. Your boy is out.” Otto announced the news like he hadn’t damn near scolded me when I had it done.

“So tell me what I can’t do again.” I smiled, about to pull the trigger. Titus’s voice stopped me.

“You killed my wife?” he asked, late as fuck.

“Keep up with the conversation, son. It’s all semantics at this point.” He didn’t even look at Titus.

“According to the bylaws, you can’t kill me, even with all that power you have, if one committee member steps up to save me.” Shamus smirked.

I laughed. “You’re right, so let’s vote then.” At this point he thought he held so much power that somebody was gonna step up and risk themselves to save him.

“Anybody in here willing to vouch for Shamus?” Otto asked.

I looked from Tylon who sat back to Curr. His face was beet red, but he didn’t move an inch or raise one hand to vouch for his buddy. As a matter of fact, Shamus was looking upside his head, but he didn’t budge. Curr looked ahead, hand on his cane.

Honestly, everybody in the room had eyes on Curr, including me, even though I knew our conversation a few days prior was probably tap dancing on his skull.

“Choose the right side of history.”

“Welp, that means nobody, huh?” I asked, lifting the gun in my hand and pulling the trigger. One shot to the head rid the world of Shamus O’Leary for good and boy did that shit feel good.

I stared at him for a minute, then handed the pistol back to Steeve. “Meeting adjourned.”

Tylon was on his feet first, fixing his suit jacket. “I’ll be in touch.”

Curr sat there for a moment, his eyes on the body. Shamus was his boy, his friend. Another dinosaur in this ever-evolving life.

When he finally got on his feet to leave, he was about to pass me when I spoke.

“Good choice.”

He didn’t acknowledge my words. He left just me, Otto, and Titus in the room.

I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.

“Why aren’t you killing me too?” Titus’s voice was heavy with dread.