shit.”
“Yes Mr McVay,” said the wide-eyed waiter before hurrying off.
Frankie was a truly disturbing man with a psychotic personality, despite his harmless appearance consisting of spiky ginger hair and black framed glasses. But Danny liked him, he’d helped him out when Terry and Jake had turned against the family. Their business deal, transporting drugs through the country, was very lucrative and ran like clockwork. However Frankie’s penchant for chopping people up with axes ensured he was feared not just in the north but all over the country.
“So, how’s the lovely Mrs Maguire doing?” began Frankie.
Danny couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her. “Fantastic. She’s due to have our first kid in a couple of weeks.”
“Congratulations, that’s great news.” Frankie’s eyes turned serious, the pleasantries over with. “So, what’s this problem you want to discuss?” he said, leaning on the table, eyes hard and serious.
“You’ve probably already heard, Douggie Jones was murdered.”
Frankie‘s eyes rolled back in his head, as they had a tendency to do when he was angered to the extreme. Douggie had laundered some of Frankie’s drug money as well as the Maguires and he was furious at what he saw as a personal insult to himself. “Yes I have and if I catch the bastards who did it I’ll have some more body parts to add to my collection.”
It was said that when Frankie separated someone from a part of their body with his axe he kept it as a trophy. Danny used to think it was just a rumour spread by Frankie himself to enhance his reputation but when he discovered Frankie kept the severed tongue of the last man who cheated him out of money he knew it was in fact true.
“Any idea who did it?” said Frankie darkly.
“Not yet. My men are pulling in all the usual suspects. We will find who did it, I promise,” he hastily added. “This is a personal attack to upset our businesses but we won’t allow that.”
“So who’s dealing with the money now?”
“Alex, for the moment. He’s good with numbers but we need a professional.”
“I know just the man, he’s a genius with figures. I’ve used him for years.”
Danny felt he had no choice but to accept Frankie’s offer. “Alright, that’s fine by me. I think whoever took out Douggie was after stirring up trouble between us.”
“I think you could be right. Are you sure Ryan Law’s as trustworthy as you think?”
“He’s not been out of prison long and our family’s never been stronger. He can’t afford another war right now, which is what he’ll get if he fucks with us,” he scowled, the memory of Ryan’s eyes on his wife niggling him.
“He’s in the weaker position but he’s a clever bastard, I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Neither would I and don’t worry, if he is behind Douggie’s murder then there’s no second chances. I’ll put a bullet in his head personally.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Frankie had no doubt that Danny meant it from the look in his eyes. He still wasn’t sure Danny had done the right thing with Ryan Law, if it had been him he’d have hacked him to pieces but he could understand why he’d decided to let him live. The Laws had a lot of powerful backers with a vested interest in Ryan Law continuing to breathe. If they’d taken him out then the Maguires would have had to take them on too and that would mean a serious disruption to business. He’d wait and see how it panned out but if it didn’t he was confident Danny could sort it out.
Their discussion was suspended while Danny’s drink and steak were brought to him.
“What do you think?” Frankie asked Danny as he tucked into the food. “I’ve got a new chef. Unfortunately he’s French but I‘ve forgiven him that failing because he’s a genius with food.”
“It’s grand Frankie,” Danny replied, devouring the steak eagerly, ravenous after the long
“Yes Mr McVay,” said the wide-eyed waiter before hurrying off.
Frankie was a truly disturbing man with a psychotic personality, despite his harmless appearance consisting of spiky ginger hair and black framed glasses. But Danny liked him, he’d helped him out when Terry and Jake had turned against the family. Their business deal, transporting drugs through the country, was very lucrative and ran like clockwork. However Frankie’s penchant for chopping people up with axes ensured he was feared not just in the north but all over the country.
“So, how’s the lovely Mrs Maguire doing?” began Frankie.
Danny couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her. “Fantastic. She’s due to have our first kid in a couple of weeks.”
“Congratulations, that’s great news.” Frankie’s eyes turned serious, the pleasantries over with. “So, what’s this problem you want to discuss?” he said, leaning on the table, eyes hard and serious.
“You’ve probably already heard, Douggie Jones was murdered.”
Frankie‘s eyes rolled back in his head, as they had a tendency to do when he was angered to the extreme. Douggie had laundered some of Frankie’s drug money as well as the Maguires and he was furious at what he saw as a personal insult to himself. “Yes I have and if I catch the bastards who did it I’ll have some more body parts to add to my collection.”
It was said that when Frankie separated someone from a part of their body with his axe he kept it as a trophy. Danny used to think it was just a rumour spread by Frankie himself to enhance his reputation but when he discovered Frankie kept the severed tongue of the last man who cheated him out of money he knew it was in fact true.
“Any idea who did it?” said Frankie darkly.
“Not yet. My men are pulling in all the usual suspects. We will find who did it, I promise,” he hastily added. “This is a personal attack to upset our businesses but we won’t allow that.”
“So who’s dealing with the money now?”
“Alex, for the moment. He’s good with numbers but we need a professional.”
“I know just the man, he’s a genius with figures. I’ve used him for years.”
Danny felt he had no choice but to accept Frankie’s offer. “Alright, that’s fine by me. I think whoever took out Douggie was after stirring up trouble between us.”
“I think you could be right. Are you sure Ryan Law’s as trustworthy as you think?”
“He’s not been out of prison long and our family’s never been stronger. He can’t afford another war right now, which is what he’ll get if he fucks with us,” he scowled, the memory of Ryan’s eyes on his wife niggling him.
“He’s in the weaker position but he’s a clever bastard, I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Neither would I and don’t worry, if he is behind Douggie’s murder then there’s no second chances. I’ll put a bullet in his head personally.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Frankie had no doubt that Danny meant it from the look in his eyes. He still wasn’t sure Danny had done the right thing with Ryan Law, if it had been him he’d have hacked him to pieces but he could understand why he’d decided to let him live. The Laws had a lot of powerful backers with a vested interest in Ryan Law continuing to breathe. If they’d taken him out then the Maguires would have had to take them on too and that would mean a serious disruption to business. He’d wait and see how it panned out but if it didn’t he was confident Danny could sort it out.
Their discussion was suspended while Danny’s drink and steak were brought to him.
“What do you think?” Frankie asked Danny as he tucked into the food. “I’ve got a new chef. Unfortunately he’s French but I‘ve forgiven him that failing because he’s a genius with food.”
“It’s grand Frankie,” Danny replied, devouring the steak eagerly, ravenous after the long
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