Page 90 of Four Fiances & I

“Mr O’Reilly, they are all downstairs.”

“Thank you. Wait outside.”

She nods once and slips back out of the office.

“I need to go. I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon, Sweetheart,” I say into the phone, hoping no one asks any questions. I know they would if they weren’t distracted by Jasmine. I hear her call out that she loves me, which stops me in my tracks.

“I love you too,” I reply, ending the call before anyone can say anymore.

Standing from the sofa, I reposition my aching hard-on. One thought of who I’m about to face, and my dick softens quicker than it’s ever managed before.

Grabbing some leather gloves, I had at the ready. I push them into my trouser pocket and head for the door.

As expected, Mykela and Justin are standing outside the door waiting for me. Justin looks the complete opposite of Mykela's sophisticated look. He is in ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie and seems a little rough around the edges. Both are dressed for the roles they have been playing this evening.

“How many did you find?” I ask as they fall into step beside me.

“Six out of seven, sir. One died two months ago,” Mykela explains.

“That’s been confirmed?”

“Yes, sir, I saw the grave and autopsy reports myself,” she adds.

“How did he die?” I hope it was a long and painful death that made him suffer right up to the end.

“He was killed in a fire when the drug den he was using as a base went up.” Mykela glances at Justin, who grins.

“Apparently, they could hear him screaming from outside,” he adds.

“Good, I hope the fucker burns for all eternity.” Hell is too good for that lowlife and the ones who are about to join him. “Why do they think they are here?” I ask as Justin holds open a door for me.

“They believe you have a business deal for them all, a way for them to make more money. We used the names you gave us to confirm they were who they claimed to be.”

“And our people?”

“Still with them all. The druggies think our people have been collected in the same manner,” Mykela answers. “They have no idea they are surrounded.”

I nod as I prepare myself for what’s about to happen. I don’t like killing, but sometimes these things need to be done, and these six souls I am happy to hand over to the devil myself.

We come to a stop outside of a door, and I crack my neck, close my eyes for a second and remember everything that has led me to this point and why each of the bastards in there will never see the light of day again.

Pulling my leather gloves out of my pocket, I put one on and then the other.

“Mykela, you know what to do.” I don’t need to say anymore. I gave her the run down earlier when we had the call to say they had all been found.

“Sir.” Stepping up to the door, she enters and clears her throat. “The boss is on their way.”

“It’s about time. Tell the old bag she needs to hurry up; otherwise-”

“Otherwise, what?” I shout, storming into the room. Every single person freezes, which is precisely what I wanted.

“Fuck!”

Once one person realises they’ve been had, they all do, and the six arseholes try to make a run for it, but my team is quicker and in less than a minute, all six are kneeling on the concrete floor, with their hands behind their backs held together with cable ties.

“Who the fuck are you?” a guy with tattoos all over his neck and face shouts.

“Shut the fuck up, you idiot,” the guy beside him mutters under his breath before looking up at me. “Mr O’Reilly, sir. I don’t know these guys. I’ve not dealt on your territory since you gave me that warning. I know how you feel about-” he stops talking as I stop before him.

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