Three cars pulled up past the wood line, parking slowly and staring at each other with an awkward tension I didn’t even prepare for. All like-minded…absolutely no clue what to do around each other. We stood, and I spotted Simon first. I kinda wonder if he’s sitting on a couple phone books to even drive the damn car. Do they even still make phone books? I waved and he stared at me, tilting his head to the side as I made my way down. I completely forgot he never saw anything but my fucking eyes the last time we met.
“Simon! Thanks for comin’, mate.” He spotted the tattoo under my eye and the corner of his mouth tilted upwards.
“Can see it. Lively. Body tells all.” Declan looked utterly confused and rubbed the back of his neck. I just smiled. I fuckin’ love this guy. I reached a hand out and Simon shook it, nodding once. About six other men piled out of the other cars and stood waiting at their hoods. One slim, pale guy with a long black ponytail stepped forward with one hand in his pocket. He kinda gives me Forks, Washington vibes.
“I’m Vincent. We spoke. You’re Shamrock?”
“Yep. Thanks for coming.” I offered my hand to him too, and he hesitated, but shook mine like a woman. I shouldn’t judge, but…I find it hard to believe that hands that soft with black nail polish are the hands of some murderer.
“These two are with me. You don’t need to know their names. They’ll get the job done.”
Alrighty then?
The last guy with two more men flanking him is pure muscle. He looks mean. I’m diggin’ it. He’s got olive skin and tattoos up both arms. There’s even a few on his head where it’s shaved up to his short mohawk. “I’m Diesel.”Fitting. He poked a thumb over his shoulder. “That’s Johnny, and this is Grim.”
“Pleasure. We’re waiting on a couple more and then we can fill everybody in on how we’re gettin’ in and outta this dump. Savvy?”
Everybody nodded, looking at each other. I decided to cut the tension and introduced Dec and the other two. Three more cars pulled up about twenty minutes later. More introduction, more handshaking. More time wasted while my girls are stuck in that house. I’m getting anxious to fuck people up.
By the time everybody showed, westillended up about twenty deep. And with people I didn’t even need to worry about which side they’re on. They’re set on killing anything that isn’t one of us, or has a vagina, and that’s fine by me. Makes things so much easier and less stressful. I gave them all free reign over whatever they wanna take outta this house as soon as we’re done maiming every soul in it. Then we’re torching the shit. Nothing for Viper to clean. Nothing for anybody to find. One hell of a barbecue for my good pal Simon.
Gag…
Some brought machetes, some brought guns. I brought everything I could find, and we all spread our hardware out between us, suiting up for a show. Declan gave us all the layout of the house, and without knowing exactly where all the hazards would be, we judged all the possible security protocols based on how House Byrne operates. If it’s not dead-on, it’ll be something close to it. I went over the marks we could already see, making sure this lot knows we gotta quietly take these out first, and then we move directly in, spreading out from the middle and splittingboth sides of the compound. We kill until we find the girls. Declan flashed two photos to finish up. One of Nolan and his sons…and one of Pop. They’re to be saved for last. I finally stood in the middle, addressing everybody as I made sure all my shit was easily handy.
“Alright. When this is over, everybody takes care of their own dead. Are we ready?” I looked around at my very mixed bag of misfit toys and was met with simple nods. All except my new Latin buddy, who grinned like he just struck gold.
“Let’s paint itrojo…yes?”
“I like it, Miguel. Let’s move.”
It’s finally getting dark, and the misfits are moving in. I’ve always admired my parents’ taste when it came to our place, but the difference between my family and the O’Dell’s…is that while my parents have style, they also have good sense. That can’t be said for Nolan. He likes fancy shit, and he might have escalated the bodies watching the house…but there’s absolutely nothing reinforcing the place. Dec jammed the lines for all the tech, and I was honestly shocked to find out there wasn’t a single camera out here. The walkies aren’t gonna work either, but my goal is to make sure this first round of grunts is disposed of before they have a chance to realize any of that. First fun part of the evening. I feel like a plump little bugger in a sweet shoppe.
Knives. Excited face.
We started picking ‘em off, one by one, dragging them into nearby bushes and taking any weapons they had. I spotted one that seemed like he might have heard movement, or at best, he’s wary. Not wary enough. I hid behind a blacked-out SUV, maneuvering around it while the guy pulled his gun and pacedthe other side, looking around. My heart started racing with that high I tend to get when I’m killing, and I fed off of it, slipping around the hood and creeping on silent feet behind him. My arm wrapped around his throat, choking off his air supply and I tasted a bit of fear. It’s almost as sweet as Viper’s cum—almost. I rammed my short blade between his ribs, twisting it before I jerked it free, and then I lost count after the fifth stab.
It never gets old.
I dragged him under the SUV and waved Simon and a couple others over once I made sure we were good. My hands are bloody. I cleaned my palms off on the nice paint job and we kept it moving. I rounded another truck and spotted Miguel, balancing the tip of his bloody machete on his finger, leaning against the wall near the front entrance and waiting on my ‘okay’ to storm the place. Vincent’s face was spotted with blood; his dainty hands as painted in it as mine and smiled like a demon while he crept out of the shadows with his other nameless vampires. They started pulling Kendall’s guns from around their backs. Everybody else started closing in, and that gave me enough reassurance that we were all clear before Decclan confirmed it, finally joining us.
“We’re good, Mal. On your signal.”
“Good.”
I jerked my head up, waving them all over to the front door and we gathered, splitting up to either side while Decclan backed me from the middle. He handed me a loaded AR, and I got ready, just about to open the front door when—
“Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet Emooooooootiiiooooooonnnnn…”
My brows hit my hairline. All of our heads turned to Simon, who looked undoubtedly guilty. He patted around for the phone he obviously forgot to leave behind or silence, and I couldn’t help myself…I smirked. I knew I liked this guy. Simon shrugged.
“Music good. Let play?”
“Absolutely. Fuck it.”
My boot hit the door, all my adrenaline channeling through it, and it busted open. I wish somebody was filming this. I feel like a fucking god of the underworld. We filed in, guns blazing, and I led the flock like geese until we split off. Marble and glass flew everywhere. Blood and brain matter repainted the white walls. It felt like it was happening in slow motion, and Simon’s excellent taste in music blared through my head while I emptied Kendall’s little treasure on his own men. There were bodies laying everywhere within the span of five minutes. My head darted around, looking for Declan and he burst out of a door he’d obviously cleared out.
“Up the main staircase and hard left, Mal! Boss is there.”
