>>21342717“That’s a poor decision,” Cassie responds, “one I hope you’ll reconsider.”
“I ain’t reconsidering NOTHING!” the prisoner screams.
Lexi quickly steps forward when the man refuses to cooperate, and gently rests a hand on Cassie’s shoulder. “Oi, love, before you start all the torture and all that messy business, just know I can make a wanker like him talk easily, yeah? Our kind have our ways, after all,” she whispers. “I can show you.”
“No.” Cassie slowly removes Lexi’s hand from her shoulder. “I like a bit of mess.” Lexi steps away, and Cassie turns her attention back to the man. “I’ll give you one more chance, MacShane. Tell me who your buyer was going to be, and before you answer, I want you to think long and hard about your wife and slow brother back in Dublin. Sharon, and Finley, those were their names, right?” Cassie grins. “Think of how safe and well off they’ve been thanks to the money you’ve made working for me. Then think of the fact that if I don’t get the answer I want from you within the next fifteen seconds I will make a phone call, and they’ll be dead within ten minutes. Might even keep you alive long enough to see the photos.”
A look of terror, then pure rage appears on MacShane’s face. “Fuck you! Fuck you, you cunt! You’ll kill them no matter what I do, you think I don’t know that? You, the fucking bitch that killed her own husband to take over this organisation, you think I don’t know what ya did?”
A complete silence takes hold of the room, and Cassie’s expression, which had previously been the picture of calm and contentment, begins to shift. Nostrils flare. Pupils dilate. Teeth grind. “Say that again. Go on,” she hisses.
MacShane narrows his eyes. “You killed Boots McDaid, you-argghhh!”
Macshane’s body twitches violently as three gunshots ring out, each shot piercing his chest. He tries to say something, but his words devolve into one last wheezing exhale, and his lifeless eyes cast an unblinking stare in Cassie’s direction.
