>>21342724Cassie glances across at a henchman, who swiftly removes the gag from the mouth of the second, much younger prisoner. Panic floods the youngster’s eyes as Cassie begins to speak. “Are you going to be joining him, lad? Or do you have the name of your buyer ready for me?”
“S-some new mob from The Kingdom. Call themselves The Crownbreakers,” the man gasps. “They were gonna cut our mix of Rush and Coke then resell for a b-big profit to fund t-their operation. I d-don’t really know d-details beyond that boss, it sounded p-political so I lost interest.”
Cassie nods. Truthfully, her intention was always to break the younger of the pair by killing MacShane in front of him. Men like MacShane, who were around back when Boots McDaid ran the organisation and Cassie was the mere daughter of a whore clawing her way up, didn’t fear her in quite the same way as the younger men. The younger ones never knew her as anything less than 'The Boss', or initially, 'the wife of the last boss'.
That previous boss, Boots McDaid was beloved by her older soldiers, so being accused of his murder wasn’t a good look. But it’s nothing none of them have heard before. By now, most either accepted the story they were given, or wouldn’t dare speak the words MacShane did unless facing certain death regardless.
Besides, Cassie was confident that deep down, even if some of her men did believe that she murdered her predecessor, they also knew that if she hadn’t, they’d still be squabbling over street corners back in Dublin. Instead, they were part of a global criminal empire, and they had her to thank for it.
She turns to face them. “Alright boys! We’re done here. I want those Crownbreaker fuckfaces rounded up and fed to my pigs by morning! Get to it!”
The men erupt into a loud cheer and begin to file out of the warehouse, save for those assigned to guard the place. Cassie waves a dismissive arm toward the second prisoner. “Oh, and if one of you can dispose of him that’d be grand.”
