LIKE THAT
—I won't follow you into the dark—
"We need to find a snitch." Comet says, "Is there any in Ireland." He asks my mommas sister, Janice. Not an assassin but she knows a lot about the work. She focuses more on technical stuff.
"There's a snitch in the actual mob, you pay enough and they'll give you answers. Donnelly." She says, typing some stuff down.
We have enough.
"Where can we find him?"
"Her, she's a woman. And you can contact her through this email." She turns around and shows it to me. Maire Donnelly.
I type that into my laptop, "Can you get us a plane?"
"Two day's." Janice says.
"As soon as possible, we'll take any."
"Keilani, you can't do this by yourself." Janice says, "You're not nearly as experienced as your mother is."
"I can be if i try, and i won't be by myself, Kalebs coming." I smile a little, he's a bodyguard so i deemed it necessary. "And Comet, and i'm gonna call Trina."
"Trina's in Cambodia." She says, "So she's off limits."
"I'll figure something out, okay."
"Make it quick. Juniper doesn't have long if her husband is involved."
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We land in Dublin, Ireland. We have three hours to get to the warehouse to meet Donnelly. I'm also meeting with one of mommas assassin friends.
"Jay Wright?" I step out of the plane, glancing at the tall, pale ginger guy.
"You're a spitting image of your mother, lass." He smiles, "Come on, Donnelly only does one meeting."
I get into the front of the car with Jay, Kaleb and Comet sit in the back. "Who showed you the picture?" Jay asks.
"Italian guy, Ciro Ferrari, AKA coin?" I still think it's a stupid and pathetic that his nickname is Coin.
"How the fuck did you end up with the Italians?" He says, his accent thick and strong, i'm glad he was a slow talker, i would have struggled to understand otherwise.
"The idiots kidnapped the wrong girl."
We exchange conversations over the plan before we finally arrive at the warehouse. It was in the middle of a street, old and rotting, cars driving past
"I'll come in with you." Jay puts his gun in his belt. "How much did you bring?"
"Hundred thousand." I look in the back seat, the briefcase sitting between Comet and Kaleb.
"If any car drives up, drive away." Jay throws the keys to Kaleb, "No one should be here, i'll look after her just keep your addresses on and we'll find you." He gets out of the car.
"Be safe." Comet says, "And don't run your mouth, that'll get you in trouble."
"Nah, that's my best asset." I shoot him a wink and follow Jay inside the building. The ceilings and floors were falling down, moss growing through the racks, spiders and snails up the walls.
"How reliable is this woman?" I ask.
"Very. Doesn't lie, pay her the right amount and she'll tell you anything." He mumbles before knocking on a door three times, steady, hard knocks.
"You can come in." A rich voice echoes throughout the entire building.
Jay opens the door for me and i walk in first. An older wrinkly lady with blonde hair, dressed in designer and wore gold chains over her fingers and neck stands by the window.
"You are a dead ringer for your mother." She looks me up and down, "Jay Wright, lovely to see you again, fella. What can i do for you both?"
"Where's my mom?" I ask.
"Let's talk price first, actually." She leans forward, hands behind her back. "I don't see any cash."
"In the car, you know how i work, Donnelly." Jay speaks up.
"Fair enough, you're always trusty, Jay." She looks at me, "So your moms in Belfast, being auctioned off."
AUCTIONED?
Jay and I glance at each other.
"She, along with the little Italian guy that was with her, both in Belfast. The auction is tonight at midnight. She'll be used for sex... she's quite young, so she is, and beautiful. She's been drugged repeatedly. Beat too. Broke her legs so she couldn't walk." She says, and tears fill my eyes. Momma doesn't deserve that.
"And worst thing of all?" Donnelly smiles sadistially, "Her husband, your father, was the one to trap her in. He broke her legs. Declan Hale has never been on the assassins side. This just proves it for the Irish."
I'm going to kill him. Father or not. That's my mom.
I look down, don't cry in front of powerful people.
"She's alive, the young Italian guy will be auctioned too. Black market, Russia or China i'm thinking. They're torturing him slowly in Belfast as we speak-"
"Where's the auction?" Jay asks.
"Warehouse off road, invitees only allowed. Coming from all across the globe." She looks at me, "Hope you find her. Now let's talk price."
"How much?" I clear my throat.
"€15,000."
I was expecting more honestly.
"I'll get it." Jay says, "You stay here."
I nod my head, but the second he takes a step toward the door, it swings open. A bullet pierced through his head, and when i look at the woman, a bullet pierced through hers too.
I look at the entrance holding my hands up in defence but drop them when Coin stares back at me. "Kill me and you'll never get Stefan back."
"Why i'm not killing you." He nods his head and one bearded Italian guy starts patting me down.
He says something in Italian and then Coin lowers his weapon, "What do you know?"
"I'm hungry." I walk toward him, "I haven't ate since we got on the plane. Feed me and i'll tell you everything i know." I push past him, he signals for his men to stay off me as i walk to where the car should be parked with my brother and Kaleb.
I see a phone on the floor and pick it up, Kaleb had texted my brothers number with an address. My brother threw his phone from the window so i would find them.
I slide it into my back pocket. "Get in the car." Coin opens the door.
I smile, and then sprint in the opposite direction.
I don't look back, i just keep running down the country road and hear their heavy, booted footsteps after me.
However, i really should have looked at the map of this country because as soon as i turned a corner, i was met by a dead end.
"Fuck." I turn around and Coins gun was raised at me, "Hi."
"You are so ridiculous." He walks up to me, shouting for his men to lower their guns. "They would have killed you." He slides his gun in his back pocket.
I press my finger against his chest, "That would have been a you problem."
"Do you find this funny?" He grabs my arm.
"Yes."
He mutters some words in Italian that i'm almost certain was him cussing me out and then unexpectedly, throws me over his shoulder. The exact same way he had bounded my legs and arms so i couldn't kick.
"I think you just like me."
"You're thinking wrong." He tightens his grip. The car rolls up next to us and he shoves me in the back seat, literally, and then gets in beside me. "Put childlock on."
"Yes sir." Some Irish guy says,
"And you put your fucking seat belt on." He looks at me.
"Aww, you're so sweet. Caring and shit." I pull the belt over my body, "Where we going?"
"To a secluded location so that i can torture the information out of you and no one will hear your screams." He says boredly, his voice monotone and no humour or anything to indicate if he was being serious or not.
"Not nice of you. You know, manners don't cost a penny so-"
"Listen, Keilani. I couldn't give a shit if i hurt your feelings or not, genuinely. I need Stefan back, you have that information. I'm doing you a favour here and allowing you to come with me so we can get your mother as well. Okay?" He looks at me, slowly more irritated by the second.
"You do have a crush on me."
"Shut up."
"See, communication is key when we get more than shut up, i hate you." I imitate his voice, "Yes, Ferrari, i will more than happily acquaint you on this adventure to collect my mother and your underboss— who may i say, is quite cute, by the way."
"Amazing, now shut the fuck up."
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when the female lead isn't a sobby little pick me bitch >>>
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