Page 201 of Ignite

Ben’s club engulfed in flames.

I turn it to Finn, who also grins.

I type back a quick response as Finn pulls up to the location.

ME

Don’t forget to leave the present.

That being Ben’s mangled corpse. I know Arthur’s spies will send the message back to him. I can’t fucking wait.

He can hide in London for only so long.

Once we get the green light to enter the UK again, I’ll be on that private jet.

“How many are in here?” I turn back and ask Drago.

“Three. Could be more.”

I nod. Three of us against three of them. They don’t have a chance.

Their ‘safe house’ isn’t even remotely safe. No one is safe in Pennsylvania. It’s under the Quinn brothers’ rule.

Why did Arthur even think he could step foot in our territory?

We all exit Finn’s Mercedes and pop open the trunk. Finn slides on some knuckle dusters and grabs a gun. I opt for a blade. My pistol is already safely in its holster.

“Let’s fuckin’ go.” Finn hurries us along to the front door of this tiny shack of a house.

Finn calmly knocks twice on the door.

“We’re asking permission to kill them?”

Finn doesn’t flinch.

“No. Our father taught us to always have manners, Conan.”

The door slowly creeps open and a sliver of a man’s face emerges.

“Oh, fuck.”

He goes to slam the door, but I hold out my hand and shove it wide open. I charge in, grabbing him by the throat and pounding him into the wall. As he gasps for air, I shove the blade into his stomach and drop him to the ground.

“We got two more incoming,” Drago says behind me.

As one guy launches at him, Drago pulls back a fist and lands it straight into the guy’s jaw, sending his head rocketing back.

Once he’s on the ground, Drago steps over him, gun pointed between his eyes, and lodges a single bullet into his skull.

My guy is bleeding painfully to death by my feet. Finn is grappling with the third man, and he looks like he’s having fun.

And then he gives us his favorite move—the blade across the throat. His guy drops to a limp pile on the ground, and Finn simply steps away, dusts off his jacket, and fixes his flat cap.

He turns to us and motions for us to be quiet.

Hmm. Footsteps upstairs.

I point up, and he nods. We follow behind Finn, who leads us up the stairs. He aims for the only closed door and slowly creaks it open, revealing a man struggling to open the window.

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