Page 96 of Shattered Union

"He's organising a sit down with Sean Senior."

The smirks on both of my sons' faces indicate they know exactly how it's going to go. While I am the Boss, Granda is the king, and he holds a lot of power in Ireland. Hell, the world. Sean Kelly is nothing but a sick, sadistic bastard who believes he's a big fish in the pond. The motherfucker doesn't realise I'm a motherfucking shark. He won't get away with lies or half-truths. Granda takes no prisoners. He'll see through the bullshit and punish him for it.

"I doubt Sean knows," Mal says. "The man is a fucking prick. He'd gloat, he'd want you to know it was him. He's too much of a narcissist not to get the recognition."

I nod in agreement. "While Sean Senior won't have done it, Sean Junior, is another story." He's twenty-eight and very much like his father. They're both animals. They were in business with Raylee's father. Trafficking and selling women. Arseholes.

Danny, Malcolm, and Michael talk among themselves about what they think I should do to William. I sit back and close my eyes. The anger still clawing at my gut, begging to be let loose.

The car pulls into the warehouse we have by the docklands. It's concealed by the other warehouses around so it doesn't stand out and cause attention. Michael drives through the shutters and into the sparse area. It's empty. Completely. We use it for shipments. None of the drugs or guns come in here. But the counterfeit shit does.

The car stops and I step out of the car and smile when William's gaze collides with mine. His eyes widen with fear as his gaze moves from me to the men behind me. He's tied to the pillar that holds part of the warehouse up. His arms bound behind his back. My men contained themselves. Not a split lip or bruise anywhere. I'm not sure I'd have had the same restraint in their shoes.

"W-w-h-hat—" he stutters. He swallows hard, his throat constricting with the movement. "What's going on?"

Ah, so we're playing stupid. That will not work for me.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask him, my voice rumbling with the anger that has been locked up inside since the moment I saw Callie's bruised face.

He licks his lips; the fear pouring off him in waves. "Yes," he grunts. "Everyone in Ireland knows who you are," he says flippantly.

"Do you remember seeing me yesterday?" I growl.

The colour drains from his face. "Yesterday?" he echoes. "No, I didn't see you yesterday."

I smile at the fear in his voice. "Really," I drawl. "See, I remember you. My woman certainly fucking remembers you."

"Your woman?" he whispers.

The sound of a car drawing closer has everyone on edge. The squeal of the tires has me glancing at the black SUV that pulls into the warehouse. Callie's family has arrived.

Maverick, Stephen, Jer, Butch, and Eric all climb out of the car. I'm surprised her father's here, he's not part of the world. From everything Callie's told me, he's rebelled against it from the get-go. Yet, he's here and the anger on his face is echoed on the other men that's joined us.

Eric makes a beeline for me. "Callie called, she's asked me to ensure none of you end up in jail today. She'll kill anyone who isn't there for the party."

I nod, before turning my focus back on the arsehole that looks like he's about to piss himself. "My woman," I repeat to him. "The woman that's pregnant. The woman you beat unconscious."

He's gasping for breath as Stephen takes a menacing step forward, his face set in stone, but the anger brimming from him. "I didn't know. She never said."

"You mean Zoe?" I scoff when he nods. "We all know how unstable she was."

"I didn't know, she was yours," he says as though that's going to keep him alive.

"But you knew she was something to me," Stephen growls. "I heard you. I heard every fucking word you said to her when she called me.‘Naughty girl. Calling for help. You’ll pay for that.'” He takes another step forward. "When she told you who she called, you called her a fucking cunt and then proceeded in beating her bloody."

Stephen advances on him quickly. Landing two hard punches to his midsection. William grunts from the pain as wet spreads through his jeans. Christ. He's pissed himself.

"Who gave you the order to attack her?" Danny questions and I let him be. Right now, after hearing what that fucker said to Callie, I'm about ready to tear his head off.

William's brows knit together. "What? I told you, Zoe."

I tut. "I don't believe you," I tell him. "Surely the Kellys know what their man has been doing?"

He swallows once again. "No," he gasps in shock. "They don't know. God, if they knew, I'd be a dead man. Sean Junior, he and Zoe were together for over a decade. If he knew she was planning on leaving with me, he'd have slit my throat."

I can't help the laughter that bubbles up from me. God, they were all played by the bitch. "She wasn't yours, just as she wasn't Sean Junior's. She fucked SeniorandJerry over here. Not to mention God knows who else. She played you like a fucking fiddle."

His eyes go hard. "You lie."

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