Kieran Teague took a drag of his cigarette and looked at the pathetic piece of shit in front of him. His men had just caught this one outside one of his strip clubs and noticed the tattoo, knowing their boss would reward them well. They were not wrong.
He glared down at the MC member and grabbed his Karambit knife again. The man looks up at him and grins, “Fuck you,” he grumbled and spat at his torturer’s feet.
Kieran sighs in anger. He walks towards his captive and rears his fist back, connecting with the man’s nose repeatedly.
“Tell me where the fuck they took my shipment!” He growled in frustration, landing a final blow to the throat.
“Kieran! For fuck sakes, you’ll kill him before we know anything!” Danielle, Kieran’s sister, grabbed his fist and pulled him back. Kieran spun around and glared at her, “Don’t touch me, Dani.” He warns, pointing a finger at her, and turns towards the MC member, who was now gurgling on his own blood.
“Fuck!” He calls out. Knowing the man was in his death throes, he planted his knife in the man’s throat and slid it across.
He looks around the room at his men staring at him, “Deliver him in pieces to their club long with his bike. Let them know it was me.” He spat out and headed towards the sink to clean up his hands.
Over the last three months, the MCs have compromised all his narcotic shipments. He had a feeling the Cartel was paying them off to do this. His territory got breached and his selling grounds were being tainted by cut product.
They were all starting to suspect that there might be a snitch in the family, but no one wanted to admit it. He sighed in exasperation and dried his hands. If there was a snitch, he would have to suspect everyone close to him, even his siblings.
Kieran Teague was the boss of the Irish mob. His territory was expanding way too close to the Bratva, so he started wondering if they were behind the attack. But that in itself would not make sense. Dimitri Baranov owned more than half of New York. What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen?
The Italians left cocaine smuggling to them while they dealt in heroin. That was the agreement he and Luca Andretti came to in order to keep the peace. As for arms dealing, Kieran was the only one who dealt with the shipments. He didn’t trust anyone to do it, not even his closest siblings.
“Kieran,” Danielle walked up behind him, anger in her voice.
She was a short, slim built woman who had a penchant for violence. Her long blonde hair whipped behind her as she walked up to him.
“You need to calm down with your tactics if you want to get information from a captive. If you keep this up, they will all die before we could get anything out of them.” She finished in her slight Irish drawl, narrowing her eyes at him.
“If I needed your advice, I would ask for it, Dani.” He snapped back at her and could see her raise her eyebrows. She crossed her arms and glared at him.
“You made me your advisor and enforcer, Kieran. You trusted me with those titles, so I think I know what I’m doing.” She looked behind her and pointed to the dead man, “Next time, put me in charge of extracting information or we will never sort this out.” With that, she turned around and left him with his own thoughts.
He knew she was right; his methods were too bloody and rough. Danielle could draw out a torture session for weeks on end. He couldn’t last an hour with a captive enemy, man or woman.
This was why he was known for being more ruthless than even Dimitri.
Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, he heads out of the warehouse and gets into his Bugatti Chiron. He knew this car was incredibly flashy, but the thrill of driving it excited him way too much.
He sped away from the warehouse, seething that yet another lead ended up being a dud. If he didn’t find the snitch soon, he would lose his empire. They were already losing thousands by the day.Coming to a stop in the underground parking lot of his apartment, he gets out and cleans up after his frustrating afternoon. After which he would head out to his newest BDSM club and blow some steam off. His usual girl had better be waiting for him.
An hour later, while he was busy drying his body off, his phone rang.“Mass,” Kieran answered the phone. It was Massimo, his brother in charge of the shipment docks.
“Kier, we have a fucking problem.”
A low growl escaped Kieran’s throat and he pinched the bridge of nhis nose. If another shipment went missing, he would start killing his men down at the docks for their incompetence. Sighing, he answered.
“What the fuck now?”
He heard the frustrated sigh from Massimo and raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“There’s a bloodbath down at the docks. They have compromised white shipments. It’s all here, but they might have tainted it.“ Massimo said, waiting for his brother’s response.They were getting bolder, hitting him close to home like this. The mob was his family, and now they started killing his family. But the gravity of what Massimo had just said hit him. His trap had worked.“I’ll be there in a minute.“ He finally said, killing the call.
The ‘cocaine’ shipment was a ruse to weed out the snitch. Only a handful of his people knew about it. The men at the docks didn’t know they were receiving a shipment this morning, they were his usual security detail. Now, he had something to go on. It would be one in ten people who were fucking with him, and they were all his siblings.
Dressed in black jeans, black boots, a white vest, and black button-down shirt which he kept undone, he left his apartment. Opting for his Maserati SUV, he started his car and left for the docks with his two men in tow.
Was he pissed off? He wasn’t sure.
He was the eldest of 10 siblings. Sean Teague, his father, fucked around a lot in his younger years, so about 3 of them were his blood from his mother’s side. The rest were all step siblings who knew the mantle would never be passed over to them. His father had loved them all equally when he was still alive, but he only taught Kieran the ins and outs of the life of a mob boss. He trusted no one else with the title.
Could it really be someone close to him vying to the title, trying to make him seem incompetent?
Turning to the docks, he saw what Massimo meant. It was a literal bloodbath; he noticed several trademark Cartel tells on the bodies and kills. So not only was one of his siblings selling him out, but they were selling him out to the fucking Mexican Cartel.
Massimo stalked over to him, fire in his eyes. “Judging by the fucking Columbian neckties, it’s safe to assume that this is Suarez’s work.” Massimo spat out as he smoked his cigarette. Kieran noticed his blood-covered hands, and he frowned. Massimo caught this and gestured to the office with his thumb. “Got a live one. Doc is seeing him. Repeatedly stabbed and almost gutted, but managed to fake death until morning. He lost a lot of blood and is out of it, but as soon as he wakes up, you can question him.” Massimo said, and Kieran perked up some. At least there was some good news.
He observed the 8 dead bodies and sighed. “Get their names to me and let their families know. I’ll send compensation in the morning.”
Then he turned around and left the bloody scene behind him. He recognized their faces. He knew all his men’s faces and names. But he needed to know who to make the compensation cheques out to. If the men had kids, Kieran would put them under his protection and pay for their schooling. It was only fair; these men had laid down their lives for him, so he would take care of their loved ones. Same as his father did before him.
This was why the Teague bosses had always been revered; they were ruthless when needed, but took care of the people working for them. Even in death. Their loyalty only made him a stronger boss, and yet there was someone who wished him harm. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense that it was one of his stepbrothers.
Before he knew it, he was outside his club, The Rabbit Hole.
Time to let off some fucking steam.
He walked into the club and looked around for his usual sub, Marley. He didn’t spot her, so he headed over to his VIP section and called a server over. She was a perky blonde, wearing a tight latex dress with heels to match. She was walking around with a collar around her neck.He knew most men loved this blonde, but she didn’t interest him. “Sir,” she says while kneeling down in front of him with her head down. He tilted her chin up to look at her and gave her a look he knew she would feel in her core.“Kim,” he dragged out her name and caught the blush on her cheeks. “Whiskey, please.” Holding out his hand for her to take, he pulled her onto her feet and cocked his head towards the bar. “When Marley comes in, tell her I’m waiting.”“Yes, sir.” The server, Kim, answered and was about to walk away when he called her back.“Why are you wearing a collar, love?” He asked
“What the fuck was that?” Devyn thinks to herself as soon as she leaves The Rabbit Hole. Her future boss was a fucking pervert! She gets a chill down her spine, thinking about the way he looked at her while he had that girl on her knees. As dangerously gorgeous as Kieran Teague was, she would stay out of his way.She knew she wouldn’t have come here if she wasn’t desperate enough. At least she would just be dancing. Half naked dancing, nonetheless. Men always stared at her as if she was half-naked anyway, so this time she would make them pay for it.Driving away from the strip club, her mind drifts to Nathan and his behavior a few days ago. He still had not contacted her since their exchange outside the apartment, and she started wondering if it wasn’t for the best.He would probably not like the fact that she was now working at a BDSM strip club. But with the way he acted, she had already resolved to let him go. She lived
“Okay, Dev, you can do this,” Devyn mutters to herself when they come to a halt outside The Rabbit Hole. She glances up at the place and feels her stomach churning. Are these nerves? Is this what nerves felt like?Devyn looks over at Clarissa, “I think I’m a bit nervous.” She admitted and Clarissa nodded, “If you weren’t nervous, I would be concerned.” She replied as they got out of the car, “On my first night I almost lost my balance on stage, luckily the pole was there!” Clarissa finished and Devyn felt herself pale.“Not helping, Clary!” She grumbles and sees her friend’s amused face.Then Clarissa straightens her back and looks at Devyn, “Babe, this is where it gets tricky.” She starts, “You need to walk in there like you’re the shit and they came out just to see you dance. Head in the air like you’re some kind of fucking queen. Don’t take shit f
As soon as Devyn took centre stage, all eyes were on her. Kieran watched her dance with a morbid fascination. The way she was swinging her hips left him with a hunger he never knew he possessed.She closed her eyes while she danced, swaying her body to the rhythm. The other dancers did not pull in him, Marley was a means to an end, a hunger that needed to be sated now and then. But she could never make him feel what Devyn did when she swayed her hips.Then she undid the lace in front of her top, and her gorgeous tits spilled out for every salivating asshole in the club. This pissed him off for reasons he could not explain. She was a stripper; it required her to strip naked, but Kieran didn’t want anyone to see her like this. It pissed him off.Devyn intrigued him, that much he would admit. But what was this fierce possessiveness he felt towards her? He breathed a sigh of relief as her dance ended, but did not expect the applause that followed her. She flashe
Devyn stared at his back as he left the room. She looked down at the card Kieran had just given her and wondered what game he was playing with her. Why did he want to help her if he barely knew her or her story? She pockets the card, putting Kieran Teague out of her mind, and heads out of the dressing room.Clarissa grabbed her arm as soon as she stepped towards the bar, “I am so sorry, Dev. I saw him and freaked!” She said, looking sincere. Devyn laughed and pulled her into a hug, “It’s okay, Clary. He didn’t fire me at least.” She replied to her friend’s apology. Clarissa breathed a sigh of relief then frowned, “What did he want, anyway?” she asked, the curiosity all over her face.Devyn shrugged, “Hell if I know. He seems to enjoy making me uncomfortable though, not sure what it is about me.” She replied and wondered that herself. Clarissa eyed her with suspicion, which made her laugh. “No, real
Devyn has just completed her first dance and ended it off with Kieran pinning her with a gaze. According to the other ladies, Kieran hardly ever used to come to the club in the evenings, unless it was to take Marley to his private booth.It secretly bothered her that he had been here every night to watch her. He would only stay for her first dance, then he would leave. The staring itself she was used to, it was the way he stared at her that gave her goosebumps.Pure unadulterated lust and everyone saw it.She shimmies off the stage, then heads to the dressing rooms to freshen up and fix her makeup. It was the day before her performance at Siren Song, and she was a nervous wreck. Ross gave her off until 12 am because she was popular with the patrons and they would request her.She had agreed because she loved singing so much.Approaching the dressing room, she hears voices inside and sighs. It was Marley complaining again. “Kieran has been in
KieranHe watched her racing up the stairs and felt a pull in his chest. What was it about this woman that had him lusting like a fucking teenage boy? Ever since she appeared in his club, he hasn’t been able to think straight. He even offered to make her his, and she turned him down.Shaking his head, he walked back inside the club and immediately rounded the corner straight into his sub, Marley. She flashed him a knowing smile, but he just pushed her to the side.Then he got an idea.“Room, now.” He ordered and saw her perk up instantly. Maybe a good fuck would pull his mind out of the fog that Devyn put him under. Marley and her willing body usually made him cool off.He turned towards the private rooms and spotted Devyn out of the corner of his eye. She was busy speaking to a man, and he had his arm around her waist, but from this angle, it looked as if he was grasping her a bit too rough. This caused him to frown; c
DevynDevyn watches Kieran’s back as he walks away after kissing her, then slides down onto the floor in shock. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to complicate things further, just when she found a semblance of happiness and belonging? She wonders if she really provoked this attraction as he claimed. After they met in the alley, she couldn’t get him out of her head, especially after he had stood so close to her.When she saw him walking out of the rooms, their eyes met and she held his gaze as she danced. Not once did he break the connection. When she concluded her dancing, she realized that the entire room must have seen this exchange. Marley would certainly kill her after this, this was why she had left so abruptly.Running her fingers through her thick red curls, she stood up. “I can’t be here,” she says out loud and walks towards Ross’ office.After telling him she was feeling sick and tha