Page 4 of Vengeful Devotion
“It’s time,” he says into the phone.
The line goes silent until a soul shattering scream pierces the air.
Seamus struggles against his zip ties. “Don’t fucking touch her!”
“Tell me what I want to know, and he’ll stop.”
“You’re sick, McBride. I thought women and children were off limits to you.”
I shrug. He stays quiet until another scream streams from the speaker. This one is louder than the last.
“Where did you hide my guns? Tell me, or her next scream will be her last.”
“Fine! Fine. I’ll tell you. Just leave her alone. Please.”
“Start talking, Seamus. Now.”
“Some guy paid us to hide the guns in an abandoned warehouse in North Town.”
“Who paid you?”
“I don’t know his name. All I know is he has a fake Russian accent.”
“That’s all you’ve got? How did he find you, Seamus? How did he contact you?”
“It wasn’t me he contacted. He only called him,” he says, nodding his head towards the corpse. “Liam was the one that brought me in on it. I never even met the man who hired us. Just heard his voice over the phone one time.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that, Seamus.”
Seamus lets out a frustrated sigh. His eyes swirling with a mix of fear, regret, and defeat. “I overheard Liam telling the man about the warehouses. They were planning something else. Something big. That’s all I know. I swear. This was just about the money for me.”
Rage burns through me. I can’t stand traitors and right now, that’s all I see in front of me.
“You disgust me,” I spit, walking to his side and raising my gun at him. “Betraying your own for money. My father pulled you off the streets of Ireland, Seamus. He saved you. He saved your family. This is how you’re going to repay him? How you repay my family’s kindness?”
“I’m s-sorry, boss. But I needed it. My daughter’s medical bills aren’t cheap.”
“You should’ve come to me, Seamus. You know I would’ve taken care of you and your family. Now, it’s too late.”
I say an old Irish prayer as I press the barrel of my silenced berretta against his temple. Seamus closes his eyes, ready to leave this world. There’s a familiar buzz running through my veins. One that is born from the power of my last name but is only awakened by the trigger beneath my finger. Killing is in my DNA. That is something no one will take from me.
“Goodbye, Seamus.”
I squeeze the trigger. The bullet flying out and splitting Seamus’ skull wide open. His body falls to the side, landing right next to his accomplice. Their traitorous blood mixing as it seeps from the bullet holes.
“Get this cleaned up. Feed what’s left of them to the pigs,” I bark at the men around me before turning to leave.
“Don’t you just love the smell of death in the morning?” Balor asks, following me out.
“I’d rather smell coffee.”
The sun is coming up, casting an orange glow over us as we climb into the car.
“Take us home, Danny.”
“Got it, boss,” he replies, starting the car and pulling away from the warehouse.
“Do you want me to send some guys out to North Town?”
