Page 73 of Southie
We busted through the old wooden door. Before Sean or Johnny could react, I shot Johnny in the head. Sean’s hand froze on his gun, and Paddy’s hand remained at his side. Chaney's eyes widened and his hands flew in the air when Gerald pointed his gun at his head.
“Hello boys,” I said, winking. “Put your hands in the air and don’t move.”
“What the hell are ya doing, lad?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Paddy? Let’s take a walk. Stand up and move behind Sean.”
He shook his head, but he did as I ordered. “I thought ya were smarter than this.”
I ignored the comment and kept my gun aimed at him and Sean. “Chaney, you go through the other door. Sean and Paddy, follow him.”
Chaney rose from behind his desk, and the piss stain on his brown dress slacks proved he was a bitch just like I thought.
He opened the other door in his office and walked through it.
“I want you to think long and hard about this, lad,” Paddy said calmly.
“Oh, believe me, I have, Paddy. I’ve dreamed of this day, especially after what I now know. Now move.” When we walked through the door, we entered the empty makeshift arena area. “All three of you on your knees.”
Paddy and Sean knelt.
“Wait, Southie. I’m not a part of this,” Chaney pleaded.
“Oh, but you are, Chaney Moreno. On your knees.”
When he refused, Gerald forced him to the floor.
I turned my attention to Sean. “You killed my grandmother, and for what? Because of a fucking order? You took my grandmother’s life!”
“Wait a minute, Liam. You know how it is. I follow orders just like you, man,” Sean tried to reason with me, his hands in the air.
“You followed the wrong order.”
I pulled the trigger. The echo from the gun reverberated in the empty building causing Chaney’s sniffles and cries to get louder.
“Shut up!”
He tried his best to muffle his sounds.
Gerald pulled the trigger, shooting him in the head. “Let’s go, man. It’s time.”
“Think twice about what ya about to do, lad,” Paddy warned. “My death won’t be the end. Remember what I said about leaving the mob?”
“Oh, I remember, but I’ll deal with that afterward. What I want to know is, why Paddy? Why would you give the order to kill the woman who gave you everything when you first moved here? She loved you like a son!”
“It’s business, lad,” he said, showing no emotion. “I needed to keep you in line since you started dating that lass. She’s black. It can’t happen in our world, especially not with me Enforcer. You work for me! I have to show that you toe the line, like everyone else under me! You disgraced me and all the Irish!”
My head shook. “I wasn’t dating Camilla when you ordered the hit against my grandmother. Sean lied to you, but it doesn’t matter. If I wanted Camilla, that shit had nothing to do with you! What’s done is done.”
“Now listen, Liam,” he said, raising his hands in the air. “I didn’t know. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, lad. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Just put the gun down. Please. I’m begging you.”
A sinister laugh left my mouth. “You’ll do anything, huh? Nothing you can do will bring my grandmother back, not even begging.”
I pulled the trigger, hitting him in the stomach. He fell over, clutching the wound in his stomach and groaning from the pain.
I walked toward him and stood over him. “Oh, this is also for my Aunt Samantha. Blood for blood and Don Rizzo sends his regards.”
With wide eyes, the last bullet hit Paddy square in the head. When the blood streamed from wound, pooling on the floor beneath his still corpse, relief filled my body. I was done. No longer was I the Enforcer for the Irish Mob of New England. I was free.
