Irish Throwdown (What Happens In Vegas Book 4) Matt Lincoln (e book reader for pc TXT) 📖

chuckled before throwing a pointed look at Seamus. “I’m not an eejit like this one. I’m not about to waltz into a castle without plenty of backup.”

“Now, there’s no need to be rude about it,” Seamus scowled, which only made O’Leary laugh harder.

The cheerful laughter was interrupted by a tinny jingle as a phone went off.

“That’s me,” Junior mumbled as he took the phone from his pocket. “Oh, it’s Fiona. She might have an address for us.”

“Hey, what’s--” he started as he brought the phone up to his ear. His face fell as he listened to whatever she was saying.

“What?” He exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. “Did you catch him? What did Wallace--”

He snapped his mouth shut again, and I scowled in frustration. It was irritating only being able to hear half of the conversation.

“Fine,” he huffed. “Okay, yeah. I’ll let you know. Bye.”

He ended the call and looked up at us with a serious expression.

“She got the address,” he announced. “She’s sending it to my phone. That isn’t all, though. Apparently, someone showed up at the office. He bypassed the security keypad somehow and made all these vague claims about helping us catch O’Sullivan.”

“What?” I frowned. “He broke into the office to offer his help? That doesn’t make sense.”

“I know,” Junior mumbled. “Fiona said that apparently, his own organization has enough on O'Sullivan, so they want to work with us to take him down.”

“Patrick did say there was infighting within the group,” I recalled. “And that there were a lot of arguments because Gallagher and O’Sullivan butted heads all the time. Could be that Gallagher’s side won out in the end.”

“Maybe,” Junior nodded. “Anyway, Officer O’Leary, this is the address.”

He handed the phone over to the tall man, who examined the address.

“Aye, it’s not that far from here,” he nodded. “Alright, enough with the tomfoolery. Here’s our plan. The best way to do this will be to just charge in headfirst. The house is set at the top of a hill overlooking a cliff, so I don’t think a sneak attack has any chance of succeeding. Nah, our best shot is to overwhelm them with manpower from the beginning.”

“Alright,” I agreed. Running in guns blazing didn’t really seem like a “plan,” but if he was right about the house being located at the top of a cliff, they’d probably see us coming regardless of what we did.

“The house is about a ten-minute drive from here,” he explained. “We’ll keep our lights and sirens off to keep our approach as unnoticed for as long as possible, but we’ll need to be ready to jump in right away, regardless. We’ll all be wearing tactical gear as well to prevent another mishap like what happened to you before.”

He led us down the main corridor and into a side room filled with equipment.

“Meet me outside as soon as you’re finished changing,” he instructed as he gestured toward the bullet-proof vests hung along one wall. “We’ll set off as soon as you’re ready.”

He left the room, and I began to sift through the vests to find one in my size. Junior, O’Haines, and I were ready reasonably quickly, but Seamus was having trouble finding a vest that fit him properly. He was a very tall and broad-shouldered man, and although he was able to clasp the largest vest they had available closed over his chest, it was a tight squeeze, and he was clearly uncomfortable.

“Good enough,” he shrugged as he got the last clip latched into place. It didn’t seem very safe to me, but Seamus was already halfway out the door before I could open my mouth to say anything.

I followed him out of the room and back down the corridor toward the entrance of the station. O’Leary was waiting for us outside, along with a team of ten officers wearing not only bullet-proof vests but full-on tactical gear, including helmets.

“Let’s go,” was the only thing O’Leary said with a grin before turning on his heel and heading toward his car. It seemed like he was really enjoying himself, and I found myself getting pumped for the mission just watching him.

I got back into the car and waited until Junior was inside before taking off with the rest of the fleet. We filed out of the police station’s parking lot and onto the main road before speeding off in the direction of the house. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as my heart pounded harder every second that we got closer to our destination.

36

Charlie

Just ten minutes away from the city, the tall buildings and crowded streets gave way to rolling green hills. The house was just a few yards away on the edge of a steep cliff. Beyond it, I could see a rocky shore against the clear, blue ocean.

I pulled directly up to the house while Seamus, O’Leary, and the other officers strategically positioned their cars to surround the entire front half of the house. With the vehicles placed like this, there was nowhere to go but off the edge of the cliff.

“Let’s go,” I nodded to Junior before pushing the door open and jumping out of the car.

I ducked down, using the car door as cover as I peered around to check if the coast was clear. Before I could fully take in my surroundings, though, bullets sprayed through the front windows of the house, and I pulled back reflexively.

“Move in!” O’Leary shouted, and that was all the men needed to begin storming into the house. Junior and I raced inside, our guns drawn and ready for battle.

The inside of the house was chaos. For a moment, I could only see the other uniformed officers. I looked around frantically for any suspects and finally spotted one just as he rounded a corner at the end of the hall and opened fire.

One of the men standing next to me fell with a surprised “oof!” as the bullet struck him, and the officers all began to scramble.