The Bully’s Obsession #4 Bully Series

Life in Prison Pt 2 and Ciaran Mitchell

Grady

I bury my head in the palms of my hands. I sigh out loud. I can't believe that it has all come to this.

I can't believe I screwed everything up with Jacob cause Killian was desperate to see Tiara. Yes, she is a sight for sore eyes, but what do all these men see in her?

Killian had messed up big time by going against Domenic, his business partner of all people, because he was jealous.

I scoff. What the f**k was there to be jealous of? The girl was truly and utterly broken. Jacob was one of her closest friends. That's why he took the assignment in the first place; to take Shaun down and keep him the f**k away from her. Then he found out Thomas had found her, and he was more determined than ever to get her as far away from him as possible.

Then everything went to s**t when I decided to put my job and relationship on the line with Killian. I didn't think he'd blurt everything out to Jacob. That's the only reason I turned on him. I wanted justice for Tiara more than anything. Then my annoying brother went and told the whole f*****g world who he was to me.

Killian

I'm still angry with not only myself but with Grady too. He'd put his lover before me and that hurts. Really hurts after everything I had done for him. He may not be my own flesh and blood, but he's still family.

All I wanted was time with Tiara to explain I was sorry for what I did and why I had done it. Hopefully, she will forgive me and let us be what I wanted us to be.

That didn't quite go to plan. I had no idea she was in another relationship with none other than Domenic's cousin or whatever he is. Recently or whatever the hell this was. Reece or whatever the hell his name was. I had assumed she was still with that prick, Shaun Thomas, until I saw him. Then I saw Jacob and I totally lost it.

I can't wait until my time is done. I'm going after Tiara and make her see sense. Reece is not the right guy for her. She needs stability and I can offer her that. Watch out Reece, I'm taking Tiara away from you, she will be mine!

Jacob

The airplane landed in Ireland an hour ago and a driver had picked me up to take me to my new accommodation. I’d be living in a very high-class hotel here until I get under Ciaran Mitchell’s skin.

I had looked over all the paperwork I had been given regarding the Irish mobster. It was very vague, but very interesting. He was somewhat of a dark horse. He looked very intimidating just from the aura. I got from looking at his photo. He was a well-built guy. His body was covered in tattoos. The parts I could see I visualized the remainder. He looked like the type of guy whose body would be plastered in them. He was a good-looking guy with a scar turning down his face, one you could tell was no accident. That was a scar done during combat. I’d seen it many times with the gangs we’d brought in over the years. It was an act of war.

His eyes pierced through your soul a grayish-green blue colour yet hollow of all emotion. I guess that’s what you get for being one of the most feared mob, but pure emptiness and hard-skinned.

He was well known for money laundering, drug and firearms.

The Mitchell’s were the most feared mob in Ireland. That got me asking the question, why the hell had they sent me in to deal with this guy? He was a psychopath. He’d rather shoot me than converse with me. But, I had to try for the sake of my job and gather information on Killian Demetri. He may know the whereabouts of the two Thomas’s. That would be a f*****g bonus right now. All I have to remember is 1. Never fall in love with your target and 2 never let him fall in love with you.

Either of these you are royalty screwed. What I can gather is that this guy is into men more than women, and he enjoys having sexcapades with other individuals. He’s a man w***e, it should be easy enough to get his attention. Keeping it is going to be harder.

I walked into my very lavish hotel room. It’s all wood from the flooring to the bed. I smile because it makes me feel like I’m at home.

I dropped my suitcases, and I came well-prepared for every occasion. I heard he sounds his nights in one of the many bars here. Ones that could be missed on the main stretch ten in total, so all I gave to do is work out which one he’ll be in now as easy ad on sounds, but I have it on good authority he owns one of them, so I’ll try my luck there first. But now I’m bushed, I need to catch up with some zees and make a plan of how I’m going to gain the attention if a mob boss and not f**k it up.

I stripped out of my clothes and lay down on the bed, closing my eyes. Today has been one long day.

My eyes flickered open. I looked at the clock. It was almost eight in the evening. Damn I’d slept that long? I got up and made my way to the bathroom, emptying myself before showering and washing my hair.

I dried myself and changed into a black shirt half buttoned, showing off my six-pack and a pair of blue jeans which complemented the pair of black boots.

I headed downstairs to the restaurant and ordered the house special and a beer.

After supper, I went out of the hotel in search of the bar that Ciaran Mitchell owned and hoped he would be there.

There were bouncers at the door who were practically everywhere. I rolled my eyes. These guys were letting underage girls in just because they were all dolled up and showing flesh. They looked at me and nodded. They really needed a better system to stop underage girls and boys, especially girls.

I strode over to the bar and ordered a beer. Hopefully, I won’t be here all night. I hoped I would bump into my target here, so I wouldn’t have to look around any other nights I was here.

I downed one after the other. I was beginning to think he was going to be a no show, and I’d asked a whole evening thinking the group would show. Then everything around the bar went silent. No word was uttered, it was like being in a graveyard.

Then I turned and there he was, everyone parted like the sea in kind of those biblical stories, Moses I think. I never paid much attention to religious education. It bored the s**t out of me if I’m being honest.

But I’d never seen anyone command a room like he did. Then I heard a loud crack and I turned around, and a guy was holding his nose. Damn, that was brutal and it was definitely broken. “You know where to take him.”

“Boss.”

They hauled the bleeding man away, and I turned back around and the chatter began once again. I continued drinking my beer.

I felt goosebumps privileged over my arms as a dark shadow lured over me. Then it disappeared.

“Scotch on the rocks, when you’re ready Danny.”

“Sure boss.”

“What are you having?” He asked.

Hugh?

“What are you having?”

I looked at him confused. “Are you talking to me?”

“I am.”

“I’m fine. I already have a drink.”

“It’s rude not to accept a drink.”

“Fine. I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Make that two Danny.”

“Boss.”

He slid the two scotch on the rucks over to us. “Thanks Danny.”

“Yeah thanks.”

The bartender smiled. And walked away.

“Thanks for the drink.”

He nodded. “So why didn’t you intervene?”

Hugh.

“I saw you watching, so why didn’t you intervene?”

“It’s not my place to, besides its none of my business. It must’ve been bad for you to be pissed with him like that. ”

“It was.”

I looked at him, as he paused. “Where are my manners? I’m so rude. Ciaran Mitchell.”