“Sir I’m sorry to bother you but there are eight gentlemen here the see you.” Please don’t let it be who I think it is. Please don’t let it- the door sprung open and I fall to my seat shaken. I shoot Landen a look of pure hatred. We were always taught in Sunday school to never speak on the devil. They always came knocking at your door. But why'd he bring them?
“Mr. O’Shea, welcome! What a surprise. What can I help you with?” I walk over to shake his hand.
“I’m here tu do business.” Leveling me with a ‘back the fuck away from me look, I hold my hands up. Something inside of me is on high alert telling me not to fuck with this one. The infamous Irish mob boss Conner O’ Shea squared his shoulders, raised a brow and looked my brother up and down. “So, these are the guys you were talking about, Adam?”
“Aye, they are annoying as shite but their business practices will be good for Carter in the long run. Dinna yu think Ben?” I don’t even bother with looking at Adam, I couldn’t stand him. Instead I turn my eyes to the leader of his merry band of idiots, Bennet Lincon. What are they doing working with the Mafia? Their families came from old money. This is peculiar. Adam is one thing, everyone who’s anyone knows he’s just ties in everything but Sterling, Liam and Bennet? That’s another thing all together.
“I agree. Anyone including Carter can learn a lot from working with the Stohursts. If we add them to the mix, Carter will be incapable of bending and unstoppable. If you consider adding Joshua Gates, the possibilities are endless.” He paused when he saw the Irish Mob boss roll his eyes. “But I understand his changing the schedule on you like his makes you weary.”
“Reschedulin’ when me Beauty is sick? Tsk, yeah righ’ like hell I’ll leave her alone. Maybe after this Christmas shite is over I’ll consider it.”
“Understood.” Staring I make a face unsure what in the hell they were talking about or why they were trying to get my brother and I involved. Pissed that they were talking about us like were weren’t even in the room, I glare at the guy I said I’d apologized to the next time I seen him. I make a face already forgetting that I wanted to make amends with him. It’s definitely his fault I’m about to be dragged into some shit I want no parts of.
“Who the feck are yu glarin’ at?” Adam spat instantly making my blood boil.
“You, what the hell is all of this about? Why are you bringing unnecessary drama to my place of business? Besides that I thought I told you not step foot in my office again after that last time you tried to flirt with my woman.”
“Yer woman? Yu mean the one yu stalked fer three years? That woman? And how dare you tell me not to step foot here when you ought tu count herself lucky that I recommended yu tu the bosses. You’ll bound tu make so much money from this deal you’ll be set for life. Yu should be thankin’ me.” Then he threw a smirk my way “By the way I'm married now so dinna worry I will’na steal yer girl… Again.” Landen who was already pissed and stewing from the moment they got in, launched for Adam but Sterling, one of his best friends, stepped in the way.
“Tell your poodle to back the fuck off.” Sterling, preppy white boy, is always the first one to jump into a fight now, when he used to cower in corners shaking before. He thinks he’s cool now because he’s married to a black stripper from the hood little does he know I’ll still knock him out.
“Watch how you talk to my brother you racist piece of shit.” His mouth dropped open.
“I… I’ve changed! My wife and kids are black. I know better now. Right! Tell him I’ve changed Ben!”
“Yeah, He’s changed. You mind your business.”
“No you mind yours before I-”
“Oooh, he’s puffing out his chest now. Better be careful Liam.” The sarcastic as ever Ben spoke from a corner and I wanted to shut him up by asking who marries their own adopted sister.
“Right? The Stohurst brothers got me shaking in my cowboy boots.” Ben in his stupid Texas accent always thought he was boss, but he wasn’t so boss-like when the video went vial of him begging his pregnant fiancés sister to be with him.
“You’re all just a bunch of little boys with too much money to play with. I won’t even entertain you all.” I tell them trying to nail down to why the hell they were here, but Landen and his demon had other ideas.
“Fucking pussies.” Where has my pacifist brother gone?
“Aye, but at least we’re getting pussy and arena stalking it.” Adam smirked and I could feel the walls of my self-restraint crumble. Get Him! In a flash my fist connects with someone’s jaw and in the next thing I know there’s a full out brawl in my office. When I get a fist in my face and punch in the gut, I growl and grab Liam and Adam by the collar ready to throw them.
“Say Cain I wonder how long it'll take us tu skin ‘em alive? How about yu Cillin, any idea?” That stopped us.
“Six full grown adult males, most of ‘em wit’ muscular builds, some wit’ less body fat then other’s… yu know yu always have tu take the fat into consideration when yer skinning ‘em because sometimes the fatty parts just dinna want tu act righ’ so I’d say about two hours each. If we drug em to sleep or paralyze em so we can work efficiently” The eldest O’Shea brother, known as Cillin spoke seriously rubbing his ginger beard.
“Hey, I’d rather live to see my children grow up. I apologize for disrespecting you boss.” Liam held up his hands stepping back.
“Smart monkey, and then there were five half- dead motherfeckers.” Conner O’Shea smirked.
“Yu know I just got this brand-new surgical knife set from me wife. Never been used, because I’ve been wanting tu wait fer Christmas, but this is as good a time as any. I’ve been watchin’ yutube videos on them and I hear they cut through skin like butter.”
“Aye, that was a nice set. I tink I’ll by meself one, or get- hey yu never answered the question.”
“Oi! Yer right. Since I’m the expert with knives it’ll take me more time then the two of yu, because I’m a perfectionist and I dinna like tu get any meat or fat on me product. I find it harder tu remove when it’s time tu sell yu know? A cleaner cut fetches a better price. Give me a day wit’ em by meself and yu’ll have the freshest skinned flesh known tu man done by yers truly.”
“Alright. Damn it…alright we'll behave.” Adam said letting go of Landen’s shirt, and fixing his cuff link. We followed his lead detangling ourselves from one another.
“Guess yer not as stupid as we thought.” Conner smiled as I gulped and sat. “Now lets get down tu business. I’ll make a long story short. I want tu buy into yer company. I’m legalizing some aspects me organization fer me son Carter because me wife worries it’ll be hard on him tu just deal in illegal shite. Tu a degree I understand, though me boy’o is smarter than most I still want him know about running legal companies as well as… well yu catch me drift.”
Landen turned to me just as looking just as shocked as I felt. Us go into business with the Mafia? That’s asking a bit much. We already have otherworldly shit we have to deal with now this?” As much as I wanted to automatically decline, Adam stopped me, pulling out documents for Landen and I to go over.