Page 66 of Innocent Union
CHAPTER 18
Killian
After the shock of the funeral wears off, I know what I have to do. No more playing nice.
I need to go after Patrick and kill him for trying to threaten me. He killed some of my men. He killed my last living family members.
Fortunately, Mia was outside with me, or she would’ve been killed, too.
There’s one person who works for me that wasn’t at the funeral—Jimmy, my second-in-command. I knew he couldn’t make the funeral because I had him doing some other work.
I meet him at one of my bars to discuss our next plans.
“Killian, I’m so sorry for what happened,” he tells me as he takes his seat. Like normal, he’s twitchy and has a frantic energy about him. But it’s stronger today.
“I’m not here to talk about that. I’m here to take down Patrick. It’s time. No more trying to grow my empire before I go after him. We’re going after him today. And that’s final.”
Jimmy breaks out into a sweat. “Are you sure? I mean, he’s so powerful. He won’t be easy to kill.”
“I know he won’t be. But I’m done playing nice. What I don’t get, though, is how he knew it was my mother’s funeral. How did he know to be there that day?”
“Spies?” Jimmy suggests.
“I guess.”
“How do you plan on going after him?”
“I say we hit up the bar he’s known to enjoy, and if he’s there, shoot him. Simple as that.”
Jimmy scratches the side of his face. “Are you sure, Killian? That seems risky.”
“It is risky, but he hurt my people on the day of my mother’s funeral. My wife could have been killed. I’m pissed. So, let’s go.” I stand up.
“What? Right now?”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
Jimmy scrambles after me as I leave the bar.
“Get in the car, Jimmy,” I tell him.
“Killian, this isn’t smart.”
“Get in the car.”
Jimmy gulps and gets in the damn car without me having to say it again.
I drive over to Patrick’s bar and walk right on in. I don’t even care anymore if I die. I’ve lost so much already.
But then I think of Mia, and I hesitate. If I die, what happens to her? Who will take care of her?
There’s no going back now, though. I came here to kill Patrick, and that’s what I’m going to do.
I find Patrick near the back of the bar, conversing with two men. “Patrick,” I say, drawing his attention to me. I point my gun at him.
“Killian? What are you doing? You’re not about to do something so stupid, are you?” he asks.
“You need to die for what you did.”
