Succubus Tear (Triune promise) by Andreas Wiesemann

Author:Andreas Wiesemann [Wiesemann, Andreas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.Wiesemann
Published: 2014-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

Plans within Plans

“God bless the Irish, men whom God made mad. For no matter how much I drink, I put it on me tab.”

—Vincent O’Malley

Vincent sighed and sat down in the bridge of his ship, The Dalish Dreamer.

“You okay, Captain?”

“No, where’s tha’ med-kit?” Vincent grumbled as he started to open the rich solid mahogany cabinets.

“Ease up, Captain. I’ve got it.”

“Bless ye, James.” He sighed and sat to wrap the bite wounds on his finger. “Goddamn, tha’ lass can bite hard,” he muttered under his breath. He didn’t even realize he was bit until one of his crew pointed out the blood from his hand. Four distinct puncture marks, all the way to the bone.

He finished up the wrap, glad the bleeding stopped, and even more glad the pain stopped as well. He just finished packing up the med-kit when the door opened.

“Captain, they are in the forward galley. Two of them had guns. We disarmed them and set their weapons on the table.”

“Very good, make ready tae get underway,” Vincent said and strode to the galley. Ah, he never got tired the sea, or his ship. The Dalish Dreamer was an eighty-foot, twin-masted beauty that had been in his family for three generations now. His grandfather was a fisherman all his life, and the ship was a dream realized.

White poly-carbon fiber hull, with rich cherry wood trimmings. Sleek electronics, with a state-of-the-art wireless refit for all computer systems. The yacht was the pride of the O’Malley family, and the envy of more than a few billionaires. He swept into the forward galley, a venue used strictly for family or distinguished guests. It too was recently updated: cranberry-wine carpet, kauri wood wet-bar, and all the fine furnishings and trappings befitting royalty, or at least one hardworking man who accepted nothing less than the very best.

I miss you, Da, Vincent thought, with a wee bit of sorrow.

Most of the furnishings, luxury, and systems the ship enjoyed couldn’t have been purchased at any price. They were gifts from those who owed his father their lives many times over. His father, Geoffrey, like his father before him, was a fisherman as well. But the man had a dark past as well, using his father’s ship to ferry passengers or other illicit goods. All the while, he maintained a semblance of honor, never taking nor ruining the lives of the innocent.

“Barnes, take a hike, I wanna talk tae these three alone.”

“Captain.”

Vincent looked at the weapons on the table and walked over to them. “A Smith and Wesson, six twenty-nine. Nice!” Vincent said, examining Cain’s gun and emptying the chambers. “It was fired recently,” he muttered as he pocketed the five bullets and placed the gun on the bar. He picked up Stella’s gun. “Colt, nineteen eleven,” he said and slid the magazine out and tested its weight. “Yeh only keep a half-loaded magazine?” he said with raised eyebrows.

“Three rubber bullets on top as well,” Stella muttered.

Vincent laughed as he slid the magazine in his pocket and placed Stella’s gun next to Cain’s.

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