Dirty Liar: An Irish Mafia Romance by KB Winters

Author:KB Winters [Winters, KB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: An Irish Mafia Romance
Publisher: Book Boyfriends Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Flynn

My phone rang, and for a split second, I prayed it was Ava. Hearing her voice would brighten what had been a really shitty day so far. I sighed, though. It was the wrong phone ringing. This was one of my burner phones rather than my personal line. I answered, not sure what to expect from the other end of the line.

“Flynn?” a thick Russian accent asked me.

“Well hello to you too, Isaak,” I said, leaning back in my seat.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. With everything else going on and my head a clusterfuck, dealing with Isaak was the last thing I wanted or needed. But what else could I do? Business was business.

“No time for small talk, O’Brien,” Isaak said. “Did you find your snitch and deal with him?”

“We questioned someone, yes, but sadly, he didn’t make it through the night,” I said softly. I was purposely vague, hoping it would put his mind at ease somewhat to think it had been dealt with.

Isaak shot back quickly. “It wasn’t him.”

“And how can we be so sure?” I asked. “Did you question him yourself?”

I wondered how he could have been so sure about it. Had they perhaps followed me to Sean’s house? And if so, what did they find out? Were they the ones who’d killed him?

“Because you said he died last night, right?” Isaak said, his voice filled with irritation. “Your snitch was already up bright and early this morning, phoning the police.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“There was another bust. Just now. And only you, me, and a few of your men knew when and where it was going down, O’Brien,” he snapped. “So, that narrows the field. Exponentially, I’d say. The details of the deal were only disclosed this morning after your so-called snitch was already dead.”

My heart jumped at the same time my stomach dropped into my shoes. This was a bigger bust, one with some of my guys present. I opened my eyes and stared across the empty room, trying to think of who all was there–some old-timers, some of our most loyal members. Members who’d joined while my father had just been getting started.

The fact that the cops had made a bust like that would not bode well for the syndicate, not at all.

“Who was arrested?” I asked.

“Everyone. Your guys, my guys–everyone who was there. Nobody got out.”

“Shit,” I muttered to myself.

“Fix this, O’Brien. Fix it fast, because we’ve just lost half a million dollars in weapons, not to mention the fact that now we’re down six good men.”

“We lost men too, Isaak.”

“I know. And your crew won’t be too happy about that, which means you might be willing to do something about your problem now.”

And with that, Isaak hung up, leaving the other end of the phone line dead. Not that I had much more to say to him. Truth be told, I was glad to be off the phone. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

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