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“Bullshit! I didn’t help with anything.” The chief of police yelled out, smacking the table.
“Hush. I will deal with you in a moment.” Donovan ordered, glaring at the chief of police before turning his attention back to the other three men. “These two men, along with Mackey, have started a war that they cannot win. The eldest Ms. Jones failed to tell Mackey and these men is that Avery Jones is not only Knight’s woman, but she is also the daughter of Patrick O’Malley out of Boston. I will be contacting Mr. O’Malley and informing him not only does he have a daughter, but that the police chief and captain changed their allegiance because of free pussy and assisted Mackey in a power play to kidnap my sister and his daughter. I guarantee you gentlemen, that when Mr. O’Malley finds out that he has a daughter and that those three jizz stains are trying to sell her, there will be blood flowing in these damn streets. Now, the choice is yours if you’re included in that bloodbath.”
“Now you wait a damn minute O’Rourke! I am the chief of police. You do anything and I will have you arrested and brought up on so many charges it will make your head spin. I will also call the F.B.I. and have them deal with you too!”
“Ah, it makes my dick hard as fuck when a man like the police chief attempts a power play in public. Please do, chief. Because I’m not the only one who will be going down. You two will be going down with me, along with Mackey. You see, I have photos of you with underage girls that I have been keeping in a folder for such a day as this. I have enough evidence to have you both arrested for rape of a minor, and a slew of other charges. I have it on good authority that you changed your allegiance over to Mackey because he offered both you boys free pussy for life if you helped him take over my organization. Not happening boys.”
“Who the fuck is going to stop us? You? You can’t do shit without our okay, Donovan. The chief and I have you by the balls. I can say those photos are fakes. Plants. Mackey is the king now. Time for you to bow down like a good little boy and let the men do their thing!”
“I love it when a plan comes together.” Knight sighed as he rubbed his hands together.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Knight pulled out his phone and hit a button. He stared the captain of the local police department down with an icy glare at the man.
“Yo, boss.”
“Did they talk?” Knight asked, cutting straight to the point as he smirked
“All five of them squealed. All five of them are on Mackey’s payroll and had a meeting with him at his club before they came here for their lunch to celebrate.”
“Good. Give them the money they were promised and let them go with the knowledge we see them again, they join their bosses in hell.”
Knight hung up the phone and looked over at his brother and nodded. It was their signal that everything they had suspected was confirmed. Now that they had their confirmation, the next phase of their plan was to come into action.
Once their men stepped into the restaurant, the five men were taken into their custody, screaming bloody murder and all. They will be taken to their special location for a proper interrogation.
“Hold on, trouble. I’m coming for you. I promise!” Knight murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
“We’ll find her. I promise. It’s time we called O’Malley. He needs to be brought in for the next phase in our assault against Mackey. If he’s pulling this power play, we need to have help. We don’t know how many men he has waiting for us.”
“I know. If I can, Donovan, because she’s my woman, I’d like to be the one to tell O’Malley he has a daughter.”
Knight had to admit he was a little bit worried how his brother would handle that request. Donovan was the head of their organization, just like Patrick O’Malley was the head of his.
Even though they were brothers, there was a certain hierarchy that was to be followed in this world. He would respect whatever Donovan chose for them to do, no matter what.
“Let me get him on the phone and then you can take over from there.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it more than you know!” Knight smiled over at his brother.
“We will bring her home. I promise you!” Donovan vowed firmly.
“We’ll bring them both home. No matter what, Mackey and his crew die tonight.”
“Mackey will die tonight. You have my guarantee on that one, brother.”
Knight nodded at his older brother and felt some of the tightness ease. He was getting ready for war. Now they just had to get through the next hurdle so that the war could begin.
Knight followed his brother up to the penthouse and paced while he waited for his brother to reach out to O’Malley. He nearly came out of his skin when Donovan tapped him on the shoulder mid-stride.
“He’s willing to talk to you. I just told him that you needed to have a conference with him. He’s waiting on video conference in my office.”
Knight nodded at his brother and turned towards Donovan’s office. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that his brother was behind him.
“Knight, your brother said you needed to speak with me. What’s going on, son?”
Patrick O’Malley still had the Irish lit he remembered from his boyhood days. The man had grown up in Ireland, a true Irish boy until his da moved them to the US to take over his brother’s operation when he was gunned down years ago. He was sixteen when he made that move.