Page 4 of Hateful Union

The chuckle that Christian releases has me smiling. “I’m on the first flight back. I’ll see you in a few hours.” The sooner my feet are on Spanish soil the better.

“All right, boss, I’ll keep you updated.”

I end the call and go in search of my da; it’s time to say goodbye.

My gut is heavy, no matter what the fuck happens, I’ll never tell Denis Gallagher about this shit. As far as I’m concerned he’s my da and that’s the way it’s going to stay.

“So, you’re the bigshot.”The rumble comes from my left, I don’t glance at him. I already know who it is. The man has made a name for himself in the southern parts of Spain. Harry Silver. The Englishman is flash and arrogant. I’ve done my research on him when I started moving my operations into his territory. “You’re playing a dangerous game, son, one that’ll get you killed.”

I’ve heard the same shit time and time again. People see my youth and think I’m someone they can trifle with. Well I’m not. I’m far from it. I wasn’t brought up that way. My da made sure that me and my brother knew who we were going to be from a young age. I used to sit on my da’s knees as he conducted his business, Danny and I learned from the best and we strived to become the same.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Harry,” I comment, still not looking at the arsehole. I don’t owe him any respect, if he had come into this small diner and acted like a man, sat down and shot the shit with me, it would have been fine. Instead, he’s acting like a bastard and that’s not going to get him anywhere.

He slides into the booth opposite me and it’s only then that I look at him. His greying hair slicked back, his face red from where he’s been in the sun too long, the lines on his face show his age. His suit isn’t tailored as it hangs from his body. He’s an arsehole playing a mobster. Such a fucking joke.

“Want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re playing at?” He sneers at me across the table.

I merely raise a brow, I will not be baited or goaded into losing my cool. “Want to take a breath and then we’ll have a conversation.”

His lips thin as he glares at me. Well now, it seems as though arsehole Harry doesn’t have anyone who talks back to him. Oh well, he’s going to learn that he is not in charge here. Fucking prick.

I watch with a smirk as he fights back his anger. “You took down three of my fucking whorehouses.”

“Was that supposed to be a question?” I ask, wondering if he’s here because he found out about the ban I put on the drugs going through his territory, or if he’s here because of the women?

“You took my women, you stopped the drugs. What else have you done?” he snaps, his face growing redder with each word.

“Well that remains to be seen.” As of yet, I haven’t done anything else. But this conversation has pissed me off enough that I’ll be sure to fuck with him even more just for the hell of it.

His eyes narrow in on me. “Let’s be very clear,” he sneers at me. “You do not come into my territory and try to assert yourself as the new boss. You are not. It is mine and mine alone. Do you understand me?”

I smirk at the arrogant arsehole. “No, Mr. Silver. If I want it, I will take it. You are not going to stop me.”

He starts blustering and I rise from my seat, this conversation is of no use to me anymore.

“Dad?” I hear the husky tone and see a beautiful woman striding towards me, a red dress that clings to her breasts and falls to the floor, her brown hair tied up at the top of her head with a few tendrils framing her face. She’s got streaks of blonde going through her hair and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like wrapped around my hand as I pounded into her. “Dad,” she says again as she walks past me and stops at the table I just vacated.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Raylee? Hmm?” The arsehole snaps at her, his hands going around her wrist and he yanks hard on it. “What is so bloody important?”

She hisses out a breath and wrenches her arm from his grip. “Bentley’s been arrested, thought you’d want to know.” She turns on her heel and walks away, not before her gaze rakes over my body, and then she dismisses me with a sneer.

Oh… Seems as though Harry’s daughter doesn’t like me.

Well, this is going to be fun.

2

Raylee

“That motherfucking arsehole,” Bentley growls as soon as we enter the house. Yet again I’m resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

My family is dramatic at the best of times. Bentley takes after my dad, there’s always something to piss them off. They’re always gearing up for a fight. Bentley's temper is the worst and Dad knows it so he does everything in his power to rile him up.

“What's going on now?” I ask, as I send a text message to our older brother, Wayne. Letting him know that we’re home and Bentley’s been released without charge.

“That fucking Irish bastard,” he spits. “Dad’s going to go ballistic when he finds out what that prick has done.”

I lift my head and raise a brow. “Care to elaborate?” I ask, knowing that he’ll never tell me. I do not get involved in the family business just as my mum doesn’t. It’s the way of life. Women are to be seen and not heard. Something I have a severe problem adhering to. I have a big mouth and I don’t always tend to think before I speak. But luckily enough, my family is used to it and, so far, I’ve managed to curtail my sassiness to just my family.

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