Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Niamh smiled. “Well, Bill, Ryan, and Smith, it was their turn to guard me, so I got them to help with the streamers and balloons. I was tempted to go with helium balloons, but they were all out of them, so I bought a packet and we blew them up all afternoon.”
“You’d been planning this?”
“Ever since I found out when your birthday was. I know it’s not a lot, and I know you could get some party organizer to do something on a bigger scale, but this is what I could do.”
I cupped her cheeks and stared into her brown eyes. “This is amazing.”
She smiled and it lit up her whole face, and I knew in that moment I couldn’t let her go. I was just about to tell her I loved her when suddenly my cell phone began to buzz.
I gritted my teeth. Any other call I’d have ignored, but this was Ivan, and I couldn’t. He was in my territory, and I couldn’t allow anything to happen to him, because if I did, the other Brigadiers would kill me.
“I’ve got to take this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting,” Niamh said.
I didn’t want her to be waiting.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Happy Birthday to you too. It’s done.”
“What’s done?” I asked.
“What I needed from Finn Byrne, and now you have less than an hour to come and take care of the problem.”
I looked at Niamh. I wanted to be the one to kill Finn Byrne with my own two hands, to also make sure the deed was done. But this was my birthday, Niamh had made me a party.
“Where?”
Ivan gave me the location and I told him I’d be there in twenty minutes. I ended the call and looked toward Niamh.
“It’s okay, you’ll be back as soon as you can?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Niamh walked toward me, ran her hands up my chest, and stepped in close. “Then go.”
I didn’t want to go, but I vowed when I was given the chance, I was going to take care of Finn Byrne. I banded an arm around her waist, pulled her in close, and slammed my lips down on hers. I was coming back to her.
Leaving our penthouse suite, I made my way downstairs to the underground parking lot, and in that moment, I suddenly realized the moment I killed Finn Byrne, Niamh got to make a choice—one that meant she stayed with me, or the other choice, where she left me and got her freedom.
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Ivan
Everything had fallen into place, just as I knew it would. Ending the call, I turned toward Finn Byrne who was tied to a chair. He’d attempted to run. He tried to get hold of his last contact, only to have the man screaming and begging for mercy. This was courtesy of The Beast. I’d gotten him to do that final kill.
It had all been leading up to this very moment with Peter’s birthday. This was my gift to him.
“What the fuck do you want with me?” Finn asked. “I’ve done nothing to you.”
“That’s not entirely accurate. Butcher, are you ready?”
I had set up this warehouse to have the maximum effect and as the light came on, he would see Finn Jr. Every now and then, The Butcher had been paying Finn Jr., a visit, finding out all the things that little prick had been up to. It would seem Finn Jr., was just like his dad, only worse. Where Finn Byrne manipulated, lied, cheated, and stole, Junior simply took and took and took. He’d left a trail of broken men and women. Junior didn’t mind raping both men and women. In fact, he got a kick out of the men being held down while he overpowered them. Same with the women, and then he’d taunt them. The cops wouldn’t arrest him because of who Daddy Dearest was.
I’d taken care of that as well.
There were quite a few of Junior’s victims that hadn’t been able to handle what was happening. They had taken their own lives. The remaining ones, well, they had left, running, hiding, doing whatever they could not to be seen.
Then, of course, there were the ones that tried to fight, and those had ended up dead.
The Butcher didn’t particularly like Junior. She’d been wanting to kill him for quite some time, and when I told her my plan, she was all for it.
Junior had been stripped down, and was now completely naked. It looked like he’d already pissed and shit himself.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Finn asked. “You leave my son alone.”
“Wish I could, but you see, he hunted in my territory, and there must be a price for that. Also, he has to die today,” I said.
“Leave him alone. Let him go. He’s just a young kid, and he made mistakes.”
The Butcher held out her knife, and I just knew what she was going for first, and yes, we didn’t hear the sounds. I’d gotten the room soundproofed so all Finn could do was see his son struggling. He tried to fight the binds that held him to the chair, but nothing was going to let him go.