Page 2 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
I almost stumbled into his office, cursing myself for my clumsiness. He looked up, surprised.
“Your coffee, sir,” I smiled at him.
He tipped his head towards the table where I set it down.
I didn’t know why, but I waited a few moments in the hopes he would have something of importance to say to me. Anything other than how he liked his coffee.
“What?” he groaned, snapping his head up to me.
I wanted to say something about my interest in working on the mafia case. I knew I was inexperienced and had a lot to learn, but I was determined to prove myself.
“I just…I haven’t been assigned a case yet,” I managed to say.
He narrowed his eyes at me, like he was in shock that I’d brought this subject up.
“I’ll assign you a case when I decide you can handle it.”
“How do you know what I can handle when you don’t know me at all?” It was a slip-up. I knew I shouldn’t have spoken to him like that, but I was too frustrated to care at this point.
“Keep this attitude up and you can bet I won’t have any interest in getting to know you at all,” he replied.
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Colin
We all knew we had shit to contend with in the days ahead.
Just because Aldo Baron and his men were on the down-low the last couple of weeks didn’t mean they had shut shop and called quits. We knew he was planning something.
My brothers clearly decided they were going to keep poking him like a voodoo doll until he exploded. First, Killian literally stole his stepdaughter away and was now about to marry her. Then, Aidan’s ex was being threatened and manipulated by the Barons so he went ahead and killed a bunch of his men.
Okay, yeah, I helped him do it. Because he’s my brother and because Aldo Baron is an asshole and deserved what was coming to him.
In any case, it was obvious that the man was not happy. He was obviously going to look for revenge. The war that we started with him hadn’t come nearly close to its conclusion yet. It was going to end up affecting our business and our daily lives. We had to be armed and prepared for an attack…but at the same time, it was also a time for celebration.
Killian was getting married in a few weeks and we still hadn’t done anything about his bachelor party.
So I decided to do something about it.
It wasn’t like a Doherty man getting tied down to one woman was a common occurrence. We needed to mark the occasion.
I gathered my brothers and we landed up in Killian’s cabin in the woods in the middle of the night. Reese had already been informed of what we were about to do so she wasn’t alarmed.
Killian was in his underwear when we dragged him to our waiting Jeeps.
“Where the fuck are you assholes taking me?” he growled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
“Vegas!” I replied and the other whooped.
“You should have let me get some clothes at least,” Killian complained as we zoomed out through the woods.
“Clothes are unimportant where we’re going,” Brendan declared with a laugh and Killian laughed at that.
“Are we fucking driving there?” Killian asked.
“No,” I said with a laugh. “We have a private jet booked with the hottest flight attendants I could find.”
“You know I’m getting married right? I’m committing myself to this woman. Whatever you have planned, there better not be any chicks involved.”
“What? Not even strippers?” Nolan was genuinely aghast.
I caught how Killian and Aidan exchanged knowing looks and it made me want to roll my eyes. They were the two out of the five of us, who had found women they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with—and somehow that made them superior?
I wanted to laugh at that.
Didn’t they see how ridiculous that idea was?
Who would want to carry around a ball and chain all their lives? Come home to the same face every night?
“No strippers,” Killian groaned.
“More for us,” I said with a chuckle and the others laughed too.
As much as I adored Reese and Leah, I was determined not to fall into the same trap Killian and Aidan did.
We were at a bar that was pumping music fit to make any person’s ears bleed. Electro music? Techno? I wasn’t sure what anyone called it—but it seemed like the sort of stuff everyone else enjoyed except me. I preferred music I could actually hear the lyrics of and decipher. Call me old fashioned.
It was a large space with stages up on different levels where people were dancing and throwing themselves at each other.
At least Killian seemed to be enjoying himself.
We stood at the bar, ordering drinks for each other. The aim was to get Killian wasted before the night was up. He didn’t want strippers this weekend, but he hadn’t made any objections to getting flat-out drunk.
