روايات وقصص ضمن Seamus Mckiernan

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

He gave me a look that made my knees almost give out, "Ignore them. Come, let's get you a drink." Just walking to the bar was a tedious process, as people kept on stopping us to talk. We drank champagne, and Mariano told me stories of each mafia man that crossed us. The music changed, and soon a lot of peope were going off to the dance floor in pairs. "Let's dance." I suggested. "Only the third dance, Bella." Mariano smiled. "It's a rule." Weird rules. We clapped when the first dance ended, and the new consigliere for the Irish, Aidan, approached us.