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I think she’s talking to Taegan. The two are becoming close and work well together. My life has never run more smoothly.
“Cee, holy freaking cow. You have to see my room. It’s not like it was last time.
“I have a new computer with a sick setup. There’s a brand-new laptop. Transformer bedding, a drone, and the closet is full of clothes.
“It’s like I live here or something. It’s so me, like it was taken out of my brain. You have to come look.”
I turn to look at Ciara and she’s looking at me as if she has a ton to say. I wink at her. The only reason I spent the entire week at their place is because Taegan was working on remodeling the room and Ciarán had school.
We’ll have to wake up early to get him to school on time tomorrow, but his room was ready, and I wanted to surprise him with it.
“Have you booted up the computer? I had my cousins customize it for you. They know their shit. You have things that haven’t hit the market yet,” I say.
“Yo, bro, thank you so much. This is … oh my God, you’re so cool. Come on, Cee.”
Ciara shakes her head and gets up to follow him as he takes off. I go to follow, but my phone rings. Instead, I fall back and pull the device to answer.
It’s Aidan. I groan. I’m not in the mood for this tonight. I wanted to stay in and have a quiet night with my girl and her brother.
I was going to make dinner and suggest a game night before Ciarán needs to get to bed. I know nothing good is on the other end of this call. I’ll be out the door in the next ten minutes.
“What’s up?” I say as I pick up the call.
“Need you down at The Clover. Some douchebags came in and tore up one of the VIP rooms,” Aidan says.
“Okay, why is this something I need to come handle? You know what to do.”
“Yeah, I thought the same thing until one of them dropped a calling card from the Scorpions. This is above my pay grade.”
“The fuck. I’ll be there. Don’t let them out of your sight.”
I frown and hang up. The Scorpions run under the cartel. They’re one step below the big guys. I have no fucking clue why they would step foot in one of my family’s establishments to trash the place, let alone drop a calling card.
That’s not something any of us would take lightly. The disrespect is understood and received. Now I’m going to set an example of why we’re not to be fucked with.
***
“You don’t wantto do this, man. You do this, you’re starting a war,” one of the four guys who trashed the VIP at the club says as I douse him and his three buddies with gasoline.
“Shut his gub,” I sneer.
Booker moves to rip the sleeve from one of the other’s shirt and stuffs it into this guy’s mouth. They had their turn to speak and I didn’t like shit they had to say.
I kick him in the chest, causing him to fall back into the building puddle of gasoline. He tries to wiggle around to sit up as his hands are bound behind his back. I snort.
I said I don’t want to do this shit all the time, not that I don’t enjoy it when I get to blow off some steam. They’re lucky I was in a good mood today. I’m actually showing some mercy.
“Yer first mistake was thinking ya could walk into a business my sister runs and threaten her or my family. Ya weren’t expecting to come face to face with me, were ya?” I sneer.
He’s trying to scream something through his gagged mouth. I couldn’t care less what. Logan’s absence and Brooklyn’s diverted attention have given some people balls.
As if Jamie and I aren’t here to hold shit down. To be honest, if Kate and Connie were here instead of me, this probably would have ended worse for the sorry bastards. Trying to extort the O’Briens, they must have bumped their fucking heads.
“When ya get to hell, tell them yer plus-one is on the way. Yer boss will be coming to join ya. I didn’t start this war.
“Ya did when ya walked into our club, but I promise ya, I’m the one who will finish it. That’s enough, boys, let’s go,” I say to Booker and Aidan.
I let the rest of the gasoline from my canister spill out as I go. As we get to the exit, I pull out the lighter I took off the leader of this little crew and set fire to the calling card that called for my attention.
