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D isposing of a body in the heart of Amsterdam was hard. Disposing of a body in the heart of Amsterdam when your means of transportation was a Vespa was even harder…if you weren’t me. I could get rid of a dead body in any circumstance.

Because my family were criminals and instead of teaching me to kick a football like any normal six-year-old, they were grooming me to run the family empire when my Da retired. I didn’t particularly give a shit about cracking heads or stealing, but I had a problem with the drugs.

I didn’t have a problem with all drugs, just the ones we sold. We sold the highly addictive poisons that ruined people’s lives and killed them. I wasn’t cool with that. I was totally fine with marijuana and mushrooms. That was a gift from nature.

Which was how I ended up working in a bakery that sold edibles in Amsterdam. I loved baking. I was good at it. I used everything my Da taught me, embezzled enough money from the families to set me up for the rest of my life, and got the fuck out of Ireland.

I lived a simple life. I could have set myself up nice in a penthouse and drove a flashy car, but I wasn’t trying to draw attention to myself because I pissed off the Irish mafia stealing from them. I lived in a hostel and got around on a vespa. I loved every minute of it.

So, when I got back to my room in the early hours of the morning and men in black were breaking in, I just figured one of the families had finally found me. I wasn’t going down without a fight. My Da might not even be able to save me if the wrong family got their hands on me.

I went to tackle the man by the door. I was a scrappy lad who enjoyed boxing, and I could take this wanker down. Except he just held me in place as I felt the dart hit my neck. Darts with sedatives weren’t fair play. That was cheating.

Shit, I was actually getting hauled back to Ireland blitzed off my arse by whatever was on that dart. I only had one thought as I started to lose consciousness.

Did the stunning red head with legs for days like the dick of her enemy I’d left before I got rid of his body?