Page 41 of Seven Graves

Jonas took a step towards Ace, sticking his hands in his pockets and sporting the same crooked smile he used to use to get under my skin.

The kind that practically shows the silver spoon up his tight ass.

“Not askin’ ya to. What my ole’ man does is his own business.

Let him dig his own grave. Callum thinks this batch is already overseas, does he not?

He’s got his money. His little princess is the bargainin’ chip that seals this deal, anyway.

She’s got a little over a week left of her freedom. It’s all in place.”

“Sound confident about that, lad. You forget that ‘yer little chip is protected by the prince , and if you were at least a shade brighter than ‘yer father, you’d not underestimate the unstable mind of a reaper.”

Well, I’ll take that as a compliment, Acey boy. Not wrong.

“I’m not worried about Malek. He’s easy to track. Key player on that side is still on the chessboard.” Key player…the dipshit must not have noticed that Conor wasn’t present at the banquet. Just shows how much the fucker thinks he knows.

Ace smiled broadly, glancing at Kendall’s bandaged hand.

“The way I hear it, you should be worried about him. Callum Byrne is a bold enough line to cross, Jonas. But the risk I’m takin’ with Malek is somethin’ even I, myself , am wise enough to consider processin’.

He’s rogue. Which makes him even more unpredictable. The price has doubled.”

“That’s horse shite,” Jonas bit.

“Maybe. But if you want to snatch the reins on the distribution of these guns, you’ll need me, Jonas O’Dell.

I’m the only supplier with enough reach to spread it past Belfast, or Ireland itself for that matter.

I’ve got prospects waitin’ in Edinburgh, greater London, and Paris.

If you wanna have ‘yer name stamped on the label, you gotta learn how to be a big boy. That means playin’ smarter in the sandbox, lad. ”

The son of a cunt only offered to push us through Irish soil…never past it. Didn’t even offer the chance. The merge was just as much bullshit as I thought it was, and goddamn my father for not seein’ it. Bridget is just a piece on the board, and now I don’t even have a clue as to how big a piece.

“How much more?” Jonas asked.

“Fifty.”

Kendall growled under his breath, pressing his gimp hand to his holster. Jonas looked ready to blow a gasket, but threw a hand out to settle his baby brother and back him off.

“Done. Two weeks. Gimme that and we move to push the dollar. Deal?”

Ace eyed him for a long minute, but grunted his approval and reached a hand out.

I’ve got a good mind to hack it the fuck off.

They shook on it, and I took it as my cue to slip out the back before everybody dispersed.

I took a gamble. Out of the cars parked out here, I recognized at least two that looked to have some shiny new back windows.

I guessed the gaudy, silver SUV likely belonged to Jonas.

Seems like a prissy ride. So that had to mean that the dark blue one was Kendall’s.

Time to make a decision. I’ve already got an edge with baby brother’s trigger hand being a bit… faulty .

Mischievous face.

He’ll be my little bitch tonight. I’m gonna save Jonas for Bridget.

Especially now. I snuck around the back of Kendall’s truck and as luck would have it…

the hatch is unlocked. I got in and laid down beside an arsenal of weapons that probably cost him a small fortune.

Good. It’ll make me one when I hock it. I stayed low, listening to car doors slamming and gravel crunching as the rest of the lot left the party.

When Kendall didn’t immediately get inside, I wondered if maybe I had the wrong truck.

I peeked over the back glass, and he was talking to Jonas, who clapped him on the shoulder before climbing into his driver’s side.

He’s coming now. I reached into the waist of my jeans, getting my fairly new, serrated hunting knife and started preparing myself.

Viper has the first day off I’ve seen on her schedule in a while.

She won’t be happy about having to clean one night after we buried Igor’s little harlot… but I’ll make it up to her.

Kendall was cussing in Irish growls when he finally dumped himself into the truck. He made a call, and I heard Jonas’s car leaving beside us. I waited, gripping the handle of my knife and thinking about all the ways I’d watch him bleed out. My palms are itching.

“Aye. We’re done. Two weeks, and I’ve got the okay to fly out with the guns…

I know. It’s gonna cost us, but I’m comin’ home, mate.

‘Yer arse is as good as mine.” I raised an eyebrow, slowly turning my head behind the seat and cracking a slow smile.

Wait…is he… “Mmm…it’ll be raw. Two years too long.

They’ll find cum in our ribcage after the weekend.

Aye, send it. I’ll send ‘ye mine. Fuckin’ right, ‘ye will. Slán , little bitch.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

So that’s the real reason he tried to sway Bridget from choosing him at the banquet.

Shoulda known. I bit down on my lip, smiling like a jackal.

He made himself busy, apparently getting ready to have a modeling gig with his little cock, and I took that opportunity to silently creep over the back seat, and crouch behind the driver’s side.

I waited until I knew he had it out and heard the digital shutter start popping off, and then…

I made my move. And fuck, does it feel good.

Kendall had his tiny pecker in his hand, phone hovering at—well, I’ll give him this one—a clever fucking angle.

I’ll have to remember this little trick.

I whipped my knife around the headrest, pressing it to his Adam’s apple, and inching him back against the seat while we met eyes in the rear-view mirror. I grinned at him, sporting my dimple.

“You’re full of surprises, mate. I bet you’re the bottom.” His neck stiffened and he clenched his teeth, cock still in his hand while he seethed at me. “Dare I guess who the lucky lad is?”

“Fuck ‘yerself…half-breed.”

I clicked my tongue. “That’s not nice, Kendall.

Want me to skewer your wee shrimp like I did your good hand?

I was gonna spare ya that one, but now you’ve got me reconsidering.

” That put a gag in his mouth real quick.

“You shoulda warned Jonas to take Ace’s advice, kiddo.

Now, tell me what his plans are for Bridget, and I might be nice and let you take that grimy prick of yours to your grave. Savvy?”

Kendall’s throat bobbed, knicking a cut into his skin.

Nice. I just sharpened this blade. “Your filthy sister’s gonna fetch a nice payout.

There’s a skin market across the pond. That’s where the big money is.

Daughter of the great Callum Byrne? Yeah, she’ll be earnin’ Jonas ten times what he’s payin’ Ace for distribution.

And you won’t be there to keep her from bein’ fucked into dog meat, little prince. ”

It’s taking everything in me not to fuck him up right now, but I need a bit more. “Ah, I see. So, what’s the point in marrying her if he’s gonna use her as a sex doll?”

“They’ll pay twice as much to rut into the boss’s wifey. You’re in the wrong business, mate.”

“Not gonna happen. Besides, Jonas probly has a few years before he ascends to the big chair, anyway.” The prick had the audacity to smile at me. Boy, do I hate when they try that shit. They learn all too quickly how shitty a move it is.

“Shame I won’t be here to see the look on ‘yer face when it all hits you, Malek Byrne. I’d say I pity ya…but I’m not known to be a liar.”

“Well…I pity you . ‘Cause I sometimes am.” I hauled my left arm around the seat, flipping the blade and headlocked him before burying my knife in his cock.

Kendall screamed, and I jerked the knife out, plunging it further back and hard enough to get a nut in there this time.

I smiled wide, licking the spurt of blood off my lip when my wrist turned, taking on the bloodthirsty life of its own.

I lost count of how many times I speared him in the chest. His body went limp, and I saw red, picturing Bridget arm in arm with Jonas in a pretty white dress fit for a queen.

More stabby. I saw her chained to a sorry ass bed, taking a cock in her ass so he could make a dollar.

Stab.stab.stab . I saw her lifeless eyes.

Her cold hand hanging over a cum-stained bed. Twist…stab .

When the haze lifted, the blood that covered the driver’s side windshield and window nearly blotted out the sunlight.

It dripped off my nose and chin. I moved my arms and let the bastard slide down into a heap on the seat.

“ Slán …little bitch .” I turned the blade to the flat side, licking up the entirety of it, and shoving it back into the leather sheath on my waist. I plunked down into the back seat, stretching and yawning before I ran a sleeve across my face—the wrong sleeve, apparently.

It’s just as soaked with Kendall’s blood.

I pulled the door handle, kicked it open and slid out, dragging a hand through my wet hair while I started towards the wood line to the Nova.

I pulled my burner out and held it to my ear, wondering if I was about to get my comeuppance for the fun I just had.

“Couldn’t wait to hear all about your sister’s spa day?”

I grinned. “I’d much rather hear about yours, Nathair Bheag.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see. That is, if I let you after what I just found on my bed. You’re such a passive-aggressive demon, Malek.”

“Just reminding you which one was better, love.” She found the Girthmaster.

“Matter of opinion.”

“Ouch…you wound me.”

“Where are you? And why do you sound winded?”

I rubbed the back of my neck and gnawed on my lip ring.

“…don’t be mad…‘kay?”