Page 113 of Mob Star

I jerk my head, and Dillan removes his foot. I nudge Pablo’s legs apart until my right foot is between them.

“You’re an heir, so you’re expected to have an heir. Hard to do when I smash your balls.” I draw back my foot.

“Fuck you.”

“No, thanks. I don’t think you’ll get it up.”

I drive my foot into his junk. But it’s nowhere near as hard as I could. He tries to curl into a protective ball, which is the usual reaction to getting hit in the nuts. But I’m still standing in the way. Dillan kicks his injured shoulder to get him flat on his back again.

I speak into my earpiece. “Brandon, finish Corey. I’m having too much fun with Pablo. We’re gonna be here awhile.”

I prepare to kick him again, and I will make him puke this time. He knows it too.

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept. But that’s not enough. You are going to make a motherfucking goodwill tour. You are going to apologize to Althea. You are going to apologize to Laura because she’s going to lose her ever-loving shite when she finds out you went after a woman. And you are going to apologize to your mother for taking advantage of her near-death in the hospital to use one of her nurses to target a syndicate woman. I am going to be there for each and every one of them.”

I slam my boot into his balls hard enough that he curls over again and gags. I put my boot on them and push. He pukes. I step away from him. I didn’t make him a eunuch, but he’s going to be in pain for days. I grin when I think about him trying to piss.

“Meet me at Maks and Laura’s tomorrow morning at seven. Their twins will have them up. I’ll make sure Maks doesn’t shoot either of us before we get on the property. You will apologize to Althea in front of Laura. Then you will apologize to Laura. Once she’s done with you, we’ll visit your mamí and papí. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Enrique knows why you’re late for work.”

I dig his cell phone out of his pocket and take it to the far end of the warehouse. I come back and zip tie his ankles. He can call for help if he makes it to his phone.

“Don’t forget. Seven a.m. If you’re late, I will tell Laura everything you’ve done rather than sticking with you tried to scare my fiancée.”

I kick him in the gut for good measure. Then Dillan and I jump down from the loading dock. Two trucks are gone with the dead bodies to deal with. Ewan is wishing he was dead by now. The third truck has the cleaners in it. They’re our men who will make sure there isn’t a single trace of a crime scene. They’ll drop the Cartel bodies off at a Mancinelli construction site and call the police with an anonymous tip. The Albanians will wind up as ash in the Sound. Ewan’s men will get dumped at one of the O’Briens’ sites down in Trenton with a call to the cops. That’ll remind both of them who their feudal lord is. They’ll know it’s us, and there isn’t shite they can do. I have plans for Corey.

“Brandon?”

“Over here.”

Corey is alive, but just barely. He’s got three gunshot wounds and at least two knife wounds. I crouch over him, tempted to spit in his face.

“I gave you a chance to survive. I told you to leave Ally alone and to go home. When we say family first, it means you protect them above all else. You don’t make them your targets before anyone else. The Gallaghers are my family. You should have gotten the hint. Now you die.”

I move out of the way as Brandon puts the barrel of a shotgun in Corey’s mouth. I know a taxidermist who asks no questions. He’ll take care of Corey’s body since that’s all that’s left now. Once it’s stuffed and preserved, I’ll have it delivered to Corey’s motorcycle club and have it mounted over the bar. It’ll remind his men to stay in Boston where they belong.

I step away from the others and pull out my phone. There’s only one call I need to make. I don’t hear it ring.

“Cailín, it’s over. I’ll be home soon.”

“Daddy! Thank God, Finn. Do you need space when you get here?”

“I need you naked and in our room. You don’t go back to work for another three days. We still have a lot we haven’t played with yet. Be sure to grab a water bottle on the way. You’re going to need to hydrate.”

“So do you. I plan to suck you dry.”

“Do you really want me hard in front of your dad?”

“Ew. No.”

“Then don’t say things that make me want to do dirty, dirty things.”

“Hurry up, Daddy. I’m already naked.”

Epilogue

Thea

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