Page 69 of The Silencer

I type out a quick reply.

Me: Good girl.Miss you too.I'll call when I get to Dublin.

As I put my phone away, I steel myself for what's to come.William Harrington is about to learn what happens when you fuck with the people I love.And once he's dealt with, I can focus on building a future with Clodagh—one where she never has to be afraid again.

The miles fly by as I push the car faster, eager to get to Dublin and end this once and for all.

* * *

It’s cold and wet as we wait outside the airport.We have every exit covered.The bastard isn’t going to be able to escape us.

The rain pelts down, soaking through my jacket as I stand watch near one of the airport exits.My eyes scan the crowd constantly, searching for any sign of William Harrington.The anticipation has my nerves on edge, but I force myself to remain calm and focused.

Jer's voice crackles through my earpiece."Flight’s just landed.He should be coming through customs soon."

I grunt in acknowledgment, my hand instinctively moving to the gun concealed under my jacket.Part of me hopes the bastard tries to run—it would give me an excuse to put a bullet in him right here.But the smarter part knows we need to take him alive, at least long enough to get information out of him.Not to mention there are too many cameras, too many eyes.

Twenty tense minutes pass before I spot him in his pathetic attempt at a disguise—dyed hair and thick-rimmed glasses.I’ve stared at his picture more times than I’d like to admit.

"Target in sight," I mutter into my comm."Moving to intercept."

I start walking purposefully toward Harrington, careful not to draw attention.He hasn't spotted me yet.Excellent, just what I need.

"Hello, Bill," I growl in his ear, my hand clamping down on his shoulder."Welcome to Dublin.We've been expecting you."

He tenses beneath my touch."The fuck are you?"he hisses at me.

I step into his view, just as Stephen and Freddie join me.They stay behind him, ready, just in case he tries to turn and run.

"I'm your worst fucking nightmare," I growl, tightening my grip on his shoulder."Now, you're going to come with us nice and quietly.Make a scene, and things will get very unpleasant for you."

Harrington's eyes dart around, no doubt looking for an escape route.But he's smart enough to know he's cornered."You're Houlihan's boy, aren't you?Emmanuel Dellinger?"he says, his voice low and strained."Look, if this is about your fath?—"

"Shut it," I snap, and begin steering him toward the exit."You'll have plenty of time to talk later."

As we walk, I can feel the tension radiating off him.Good.Let the bastard sweat.

We make it to the parking garage without incident.Jer's waiting by the blue van, his face expressionless as we approach.

"Well, well," Jer says, eyeing Harrington."If it isn’t the asshole."

Harrington's face twists with anger."Jerry Houlihan.Still alive, I see.What do you want?"

Jer's smile is cold."Oh, we'll get to that.For now, why don't you enjoy the ride?"

Before Harrington can respond, Stephen and Freddie shove him into the van.I climb in after them, my gun trained on Harrington as Jer takes the wheel.

As we pull away from the airport, I feel a grim satisfaction.We’ve got the asshole.Now comes the fun part.

Harrington glares at me, a mixture of fear and defiance in his eyes."You have no idea what you're getting into, boy," he spits.

I lean forward, my voice low and dangerous."No, Bill.It's you who has no fucking idea what's coming."

What we have planned for this prick isn’t going to be easy.No, he’s going to be in for a world of hurt.I glance at Stephen and see him grinning like a crazed motherfucker.Yeah, William is going to be in a fuck of a lot of pain.The Eraser is going to let loose, and when he does, God help William.

It takes us almost ninety minutes to go across town and out of the city to the countryside.Stephen has a farmhouse he uses for when the Eraser comes out to play.

“What the fuck are you doing?”William growls as Freddie and I pull him from the van.Stephen whistles as he begins to set everything up.