Chapter 5 - Angelica Priest

Chapter 5

Rowan Priest

POV

Standing outside of the fucker’s cottage. Out on bail my fucking ass. It’s dead cold and I’m close to freezing my fucking balls off. I want nothing more than to shoot him in the damn head and be on with it. But fucking patience. Like my father would always tell me.

Patience Ro, patience. It makes your prey suffer more. Make sure to leave them a open door, let them think they have a way out that’s when you pounce. That’s when you kill them seeing the despair in their eyes makes pay back all the more worthwhile. I must say my father’s words thing in my ears as I freeze my balls off in this damn cold. Dead of fucking winter in the middle of nowhere. Emiel thought he could get away asking Gunner for help, Gunner’s on my pay roll he contacted me as soon as he got the damn phone call. Little Emiel thought he’d be home free once Gunner helped him flee.

“So when can we go in? I’m fucking freezing. The fucker is warming his willy by the fireplace while mine’s seconds away from falling off.” Gunner complains.

I turn to him with a scowl on my face. “Why don’t you just leave?” I ask, ignoring the weird name he gave his dick.

If it was any other day might actually have laughed at the lame excuse of a joke. 

“Just let me do all the dirty work. You don't have to lift a finger... He isn't worth the great Slade Graves, slaying him to death. Let this little worker deal with him.” he says with a fucking smile on his face.

“Whatever” I snap. I knew exactly why he wanted to be here and it's because he wanted in on the action. 

He shakes his head. “What was Mr. Hudson speaking about?” he asks. Ah another reason he joined. Sometimes me are fucking worse than women when it came to gossip. 

I look at him. “What are you talking about?” I ask.

He sighs shuffling his feet in the snow. “The woman he was talking about?” he asks.

I turn to him and glare at him. “What the fuck are you speaking about?” why the fuck now? 

He holds his hands up in the air. “Okay touchy subject. Just you looked upset after speaking to him so I wanted to know, who the woman was so I could get her and bring her to you.” he says innocently.

I sigh and look through the binoculars at Fields he has a woman in there who isn’t his wife. He plans to run away with his side piece? Jesus.

“Even if you searched the entire world, you wouldn’t be able to find her.” I tell him.

“Don’t you believe in my tracking abilities? I can find just give me her name and I’ll have her in front of you by next week.” He says confidently.

If only. “You wouldn’t find her. You can’t find someone who is six feet under…” I mutter under my breath. Angelica’s body was burnt to ashes. I barely had any of her remains to bury her.

“She’s dead? Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll shut my mouth now.”

He has an off button? Why the fuck am I only finding out about this now?

Angelica Priest, my wife… I haven’t thought of her in a while. No that’s a lie. When haven’t I thought of my dearest wife? Angelica was an angel, who brightened up my dark world and brought me happiness. She was killed in a war she shouldn’t have been involved in. Damian my twin brother still hasn’t forgiven me for what happened to her. I still blame myself for what happened to her. Her brother is the only one who doesn’t blame me for what happened. Andre has been with me since I started in this business. When his sister died, he became obsessed with my safety. Andre Rossi lost his sister and her dying wish was for me to continue living. To move on. How can I do that? How am I supposed to move on from one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

I clear my throat. “Who is the woman?” I ask.

“Daisy Kane. Apparently, she’s pregnant with his first child. They met at the strip club she works at and fell in love…” he says.

“And Caitlynn?” I ask. Caitlynn is the fucker’s wife.

“Their marriage wasn’t real. They got married because her father owns a shipping company. He is using the wife. She loves his money he loves her father’s business. A win - win.” Gunner says.

I sigh, “We’re not doing this tonight. I’m not going to kill a woman who doesn’t know shit.” I say. Yet alone a pregnant woman. I was heartless but I wasn’t about to kill an innocent woman who just happened to fall for the wrong man.

“Great my balls aren’t going to fall off anymore...” he says as he walks away.

I follow him and we walk back to our cars.

“Are you flying back to New York now?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I leave in a week. I’ve got some business to sort out here.” I tell him.

“Andre is calling me daily for updates. It’s kind of sad. He sounds like a lost puppy without you...” He says with a wide smile on his face. He doesn’t sound sad at all. The fool is gloating. He finds happiness in all of Andre’s sadness, the two have the weirdest friendship.

I shake my head. “Leave him be. The woman you were asking about, was my wife. And Andre’s sister. He is just looking out for me.” I tell honestly. I feel bad for Andre sometimes.

He looks at me wide eyed. “I’ll meet you back at the house.” He tells me.

I nod getting into my car. My bike is back at the house. I didn’t want to drive my bike up here.

He walks up to his own car. I drive off first.

“You finish it?” a female voice in my car startles me.

I look at the back through the mirror to see Missy.

Jesus, she wants to kill me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you doing here?” I ask her.

“I’m checking in. And I got the information you wanted about your latest purchase.” She tells me placing a file in the front seat.

I sigh shaking my head. “Where are you staying?” I ask her.

“At the house. In one of the guest rooms thank you very much.” She smiles brightly.

I glare at the woman. How the fuck didn’t I know she’s staying there? At my fucking house and I didn’t know?

“You are?” I ask.

She nods. “I thought it would be great since Andre called to ask me to guard you. And if you’re spotted in Chicago, I can pass as I mistress.” She informs me.

There Andre goes again making decisions without asking my opinion.

“There’s a charity ball tomorrow night Andre says you have to go. They’re going to have a painting your father might like. He wants me to be on your arm whatever that means. Does he think I’m that small?” she grumbles.

I snort at her. I just love how dense she is.

“Do you own a dress?” I ask once we’re back on the road.

“Wearing a dress makes it harder to run. Why would I need it?” she asks.

“You’re going to need it for the charity event.” I tell her.

She mules over it for a few seconds before nodding. “You’ll buy me one since this is for your protection.”

I shake my head. “Swap with me… I’m your boss on the other way around. I’m not your driver.” I stop the car and get out. Walking to back and getting in. the fool doesn’t get out no. she jumps to the front sear awkwardly.

I sigh. I close my eyes when she starts the car.

“We’re being followed.” Missy says.

I open my eyes I turn to see a car behind us. It was dark out, but I knew who it was. Gunner was following me back to the house. “It’s Gunner.” I tell her.

 “What is he doing here?” she asks.

I frown, how didn’t she know he was with me?

“He was with me, when I went to check on Fields.” I tell her.

“Oh, right I found something interesting, his real surname is Shields. His name is Michel Shields. I found that he has three children from three different woman, he has the women spread out throughout the world. One in Canada, one in South Africa, and one in Paris.” She says.

“Gunner told me, his mistress is pregnant with his first child.” I close my eyes again.

“Yes, it’s fields first. But it’s not the bastard’s first. He made sure to keep his past hidden.” She tells me.

I don’t say anything.

We arrived at the house; I opened the car door. Just then my phone rings.

I sigh when I see my grandmother’s name flash on the screen.

“You go ahead.” I tell Missy. She nods getting out. I sit back down.

“Grammy.” I greet her.

“You darn brat. Why did you wait so long to call me?” she starts off.

I sigh. “I’m sorry, I was busy with work. How are you? Is the nurse treating you well?” I ask.

“Hey, don’t change the subject. When are you going to visit me?” she asks.

“I’ll visit you in a few weeks. I’m travelling to Irland for work around that time, Then I’ll come.” I tell her.

I wasn’t travelling for work, but if I didn’t visit, she would have my head.

Rebecca Byrne, my maternal grandmother. She’s one tough cookie, if you didn’t do as she said, she’d whip you into next week.

“Have you married yet? You’re getting older, I can’t only have one great grandchild. I need more. You and that brat Damien need to meet woman who will bear children for you.” She goes on and on, but I tune out the rest of her rant.

“Are you going to cook for me?” I ask her changing the subject.

“Of course, I am. What kind of question is that? Tell that brat he needs to visit me as well.” She goes on another rant.

I sigh, I was exhausted and now she’s on my case. My grandmother is one of the best women in the world. She moved to Irland a few years ago because she wanted to be closer to her sister who was sick at the time, she never came back so now she makes us visit her whenever she misses us. But she talks a lot.

“Hey, are you listening to me you brat!?” she shouts.

“Yes, grammy, I’m listening, I’ll tell Damien to visit you.” I say softly.

“Good. Bring a girl, okay. I saw the news about that girl you’re dating. Are you bringing her?” she asks.

I frown. Is she talking about Hannah? How does she know about her? Is Hannah telling the media about our fling? “No, I’m not dating anyone. I won’t be bringing her.”

“Bring a girl!” she shouts before hanging up.

I sigh leaning against the seat. My head is throbbing.