Chapter 148

"An old friend of yers." He had raven black hair and dark eyes, pale features, he was slender and he wore a black hoodie over an assassin suit with grey tacky fingerless gloves empty holsters except for a dagger.

"Darragh O'Malley. At yer service." He saluted mockingly. "For now."

Maks turned grim at the stranger. He had been arrested a long time ago at New York or so he thought. "Oh, you're that goon who got arrested."

"Yeah, I'm a real bad boy, ain't I? The cops let me go...hmm" He flexed his muscles.

"You trust this guy?" He said to her.

"She's grand for et." He made an Aokay sign.

They shook hands.

He played with a dagger. "Here's the craic, I was here because I may have squealed a little about the minor craic. The old shitehawk's wired to the moon...mot promised me a fortune."

"You promise him money?"

The last time Darragh saw the duo making an attempt to infiltrate the house but he said nothing and continued his escape plan. He couldn't believe his trip to Dublin was frust
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