Page 65 of Dear, Carson McDermott
“Use the ninja. Kira said, she would’ve happily sliced folks into two.”
I groaned.
“Love me a chocolate ninja for my damn self but Xavier might shoot me. He’d miss but I don’ like messin’ wit’ my suits.”
Gabriel chuckled,
“I’ll let him know. We’ll see you back at the house.”
“Alright.” I hung up just in time to see Beau come in the house with Ronan and his minions.
I cracked my neck as Ronan sat down across from me on a single chair while his minions stood. He was an ugly son of a bitch. Balding when he was merely in his thirties, short as fuck and a temper so foul, you could tell his shit stank.
“Who are you to summon me, Enforcer?” He sneered.
None of them ever knew my name nor did they get the chance to call me it.
I ran a hand through my hair,
“I heard you’ve got a brother. Ricardo Estevez, right?”
His eyes widened but then he tried to play it off.
“What of it?” He asked.
I leaned in, placing my elbows on my knees as I clasped my hands together.
“What did I ever tell you I’d do if ever you touched my family? I remind all you dumb fucks that I don’ work for ya’ll. I told ya’ll I have no conscious. I will end your entire clan if you ever touch what is mine. We agreed to keep our personal lives separate yet you dabbled in mine. You fed your perverted, pussy ass brother of yours and he not only terrorized my son but my grandchild,” I sighed as I stood.
Ronan stood,
“What of it!” He said a bit louder this time.
“O’Brien sit your puny ass down before I put you down and you don’ wan’ that. I’ll break your jaw in different places like I did your brother. Sit. Down.” I gritted through my teeth.
Like the bitch that I knew he was, Ronan sat down. Cross came in just in time with a broken looking Carlie. She wasn’t dead, and she was awake, so I was happy about that. Cross placed her on the coffee table, Carlie made eye contact with me and I spit at her. She could tell by the fury in my eyes that something was going to go down, but she didn’t know what. I didn’t say anything as I passed by Ronan’s minions knowing they were never going to do anything as they were loyal to their actual boss, me. As I walked out of the room, they followed along with Cross and Beau.
We didn’t have to worry about Ronan or Carlie escaping because two of the minions were dying for this cause. As we made it to a safe distance further down the road, I got out of the car, I turned to look at the farmhouse as Beau pressed a number on his burner phone. I watched as the house exploded setting off a chain of explosives not only from the house but also to the underground area where Ricardo and Stanislav’s body was.
As my in-laws would sayarrivederci,motherfuckers.
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Carson
I didn’t know how long I had been sitting out here, in the backyard. Some could call it hiding, I like to call it being by myself. I planted my back on the cement part of the house then I saw from my peripheral vision that my father-in-law came to sit by me. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there with me like he did those two nights I was at Jude’s tombstone. Then, his brothers both Gabriel and Mike came out and then we were joined by Tony. I still didn’t say anything. Then my father and Beau joined. We all sat out there for what felt like hours not saying a word, just watching as the sunset. Jude came out last, He looked at all the men in their expensive suits and attire, sitting on the dirty floor not saying a word. He looked at me while I watched him stand in front of all of us.
“Can I join?” He asked us.
I nodded. He came and squeezed between me and my father in law. I glanced up at the sky, finally feeling free. Feeling like I could soothe the young me. Show him that no matter what, there were men in your life that would never hurt you. Men who would love you like their own brother, or son. Men who would protect you no matter what. They could say they’d never forgive you, but those words were nothing compared to their action.
“Thank you,” I said to every man that sat out here with me.
“Thank us by making yourself, your son and your wife, my daughter, whole again.” Mr. Di’Maggio, my dad said to me.
“I will, Dad. I will.” I smiled wide.
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