Chapter 53
Blaise Taylor The Irish Mafia. They deserved it. I sat at their leader's desk, a gun loosely held in my hand and pointed at the leader. He shook with fear while his eyes widened every time, I made any movement, thinking that he was about to die. It was easy to break through their defences; they were a mess of a Mafia. I didn't need an army, only myself and a couple of my top assassins. My plan was set into motion, picking apart different Mafias from Nik's support. Hunter was currently in American, in a diplomatic meeting with the leaders of the American Mafias. He was going to go to Ireland and I to America but I thought paying a less than diplomatic meeting to the Irish, who've openly opposed us before, would be a lot more fun. "I-" My phone rang, vibrating my whole leg and
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