Page 128 of Intense
Theo holds up a finger. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
Interesting. Grayson’s tight with Frankie now. Whatever went down must’ve been bloody.
“Are they coming here?” Theo asks.
I grin. “Why, scared Grayson’s gonna beat your ass?”
His grin mirrors mine. All teeth. “I’d like to see him try. He’s not the only one who likes to fight.”
Theo, like Grayson and Keller, is built like a tank. Wouldn’t be a bad match.
“Now that we’ve had a little family history, are we in agreement on the plan? You hunt, we kill, then we can talk alliances,” I ask, taking a long drink of the beer.
“Yes.” He doesn’t hesitate.
We shake on it.
And that’s when the pub explodes into full chaos. The tension that had simmered finally boils over. Tables flip, chairs crash, fists fly.
I wait. Just watch. Let the storm build.
“Now that we’ve concluded business,” I say, ducking as a bottle whistles past my head and smashes into the wall, “can we have some fuckin’ fun now? It’s been a long day.”
I slide on my brass knuckles. The blade fits snug in my other hand. My cap tips low.
Theo’s eyes gleam as he surveys the room, carnage in every direction.
“I thought you’d never ask. Show me how the famous Quinns really fight.”
“You not joining us?”
He turns toward his brothers. Kane and Ryder are practically vibrating, fists clenched, hungry for blood.
“Might be good to see how well we work together,” I offer.
“Fine. Let’s clear this fucking place out.” Theo slams his hand down on the bar.
Silence.
Every man in the room freezes, the sounds of the fight screeching to a halt. One after the other, they turn to him. Fear widening their eyes. Like they just realized whose fucking pub this is now.
A mistake they can’t unmake.
“I thought I said no fucking fighting in my pub,” Theo shouts, voice like thunder.
The silence deepens.
“There are six of us. And a fuck lot of you. Either leave… or fight us. Your choice.”
He turns to me, grinning like the devil.
“You know they ain’t going to leave, right? These were Bowen’s men. This was Charles’s pub before I took it. I’m not welcome here. And neither are the Irish.”
Well, shit.
He walked me straight into the wolves.
And I’m more than ready for it.
