Page 91 of Cold Sinful Revenge (London Mafia Kings)

“There’s enough of us that we can surround the site and take them from all directions. We divided into four. No one is getting off that site without our say-so.”

A roar of camaraderie rose among the group.

We split up.

Since I was the head of the Wynter Syndicate and the men who’d responded, it made sense that I lead them. We were fewer in number than the Cornells, but I knew his men were ruthless and loyal. Together, we skirted the edges of Bexley Farm, staying well behind the line of trees so as to remain hidden. We needed this attack to be a surprise.

We remained out of view, our weapons held at our sides, until the time hit the hour.

“Now,” I told them.

We slipped out between the trees, jogged the short distance to the edge of the farm, and drew to a halt.

I stared down over the empty field.

There was clear evidence that the travellers been here until recently. Rectangles of brown grass against the green, discoloured from lack of sunlight, marked the spots where the caravans had been sitting for months on end. Bulging black bin bags were scattered across the area, together with plenty of rubbish that hadn’t been thrown away. A burnt-out car sat at the far end—a blackened hulk of metal, the glass missing from the windows.

I shook my head. “Well, fuck.”

A thought occurred to me, and I spun around, aiming my gun, suddenly certain this was some kind of trick and the Irish would attack from behind. No one was there.

“Don’t think there’s going to be any fucking fighting,” one of my men grumbled.

“Only if we want to fight between ourselves,” another replied.

From the shouts across the other side of the field, it was clear Tam and Leo had come to the same conclusion.

“Come on,” I told them. “No point in hanging out here.”

We retreated back to where we’d left the vehicles and met up with the others.

“Did they hear we were coming?” Tam said, his face like thunder.

I shook my head. “Even if they had, it takes time to mobilise an entire camp of people. They’d never have got away without us seeing them.”

“Fuck. Now what?”

“We keep our ear to the ground. They’re bound to show up somewhere.”

Tam shook his head. “I’m concerned what their plan is.”

“If they have one.” I licked my lower lip. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“They’re travellers,” Leo said. “Maybe they just got itchy feet and decided to move on. It might not have anything to do with us.”

It was a possibility. I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to charge all over the country looking for them.

“They’re away from London,” I said. “That was our plan, to move them on, and they’ve moved. Maybe we just need to take it as someone smiling down on us for once and go the fuck home.”

Tam put his hands on his hips. “Okay, but I’m not sure we’ve seen the last of Finbar and his gang.”

I didn’t care.

All I wanted was to be back with Ivy. I’d done my duty as far as supporting the Cornells and watching out for my sister went. My conscience, for this part at least, was clear.

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