Chapter 3
BUTCHER
I’m where I’m the most comfortable; in the shadows watching. The garda are with her, and they’re on our pay roll. I'd made sure that the news would be delivered by those that I trusted. Well, trust is maybe not the right word.
Out of all the garda we had in our pockets, Doherty and Reilly were the two I knew would be the gentlest when they delivered the news that Harry had been killed.
My gut clenched as I watched her fold in on herself, as if in pain. She’d been with the dumb fuck for years, so I expected it to hurt but she’s not weak, and my woman rallies fast. She may not know she belongs with me yet, but she soon will.
Moira doesn’t break down for long. She’s stronger than she knows.
She speaks to the two of them for a few more minutes until the babe’s cries draws her attention away from them. Reilly does as I’d instructed and gives her an envelope. Everything in there is to make the next few days as easy as possible for her.
I bring my phone to my ear and call Doherty as her door closes on them, and they walk away. Doherty answers.
“Is it done?”
“Yeah, Butcher, it's done. She’s worried about retaliation and wants to move.”
I smirk, although he can’t tell that from the tone of my voice when I tell him. “I’ll take care of it.”
He hesitates before speaking. “She seems like a nice lady Butcher. Don’t hurt her.”
I have to give him props for having the balls, especially when Reilly looks at him as if he’s grown another head.
I don’t owe him anything. Not an answer, or my intentions to the beautiful blonde. I don’t reply and hang up the phone, holding back my laugh as he inhales on a shaky breath and wipes a hand down his face.
“You got a death wish or something?” Reilly grumbles as they walk right past me towards their squad car, completely unaware that I’m standing not a meter away from them.
“You know that family doesn’t hurt women.
If anything, that one’s lucky they took her under their wing, considering what we found on Harry.
I’m glad he was stopped before he could sell that sweet baby. ”
A growl rumbles out of me as anger fills me again when I hear them discussing what I’d found out from the leader of the South End gang before they killed him.
The motherfucker was set on selling their babe. What type of father does that? I’d kill him all over again if I could.
Now to put the wheels in motion to get her into the house I’d bought specially for her. I’d actually bought all the houses in that street and intended to rent some out, but the one next to mine was hers.
Thinking about it, I sent Doherty a text.
Give her a week and then tell her that you may have a lead on a house that is safe for her and has decent rent.
Doherty : Okay. Send me the details.
Here.
I send him the address and the details. I know she’ll be able to afford the rent because I pay her wages, and it’s not so low that she’ll be suspicious. When I get a thumbs up from him, I turn away from the house where my obsession lives for the second time today and go home.