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BE SURE YOUR SINS WILL FIND YOU OUT.
Michael Flynn is untouchable in a world of power, money and violence. He fights for what he wants and he takes it, whatever the cost. He learns the rules of the Life from the best and when his mentor, legendary Face Patrick Costello, is taken out, no one questions that Michael Flynn is his natural successor. For Michael, loyalty - and crime - pay.
Michael Flynn rises to heights beyond anything the criminal underworld has seen. He owns everyone and he rules his empire with an even but fierce hand. No one would dare challenge him.
Then the unthinkable happens.
Perhaps Michael Flynn is not so untouchable after all, and he must learn that...
WITHOUT THE SHEDDING OF BLOOD THERE CAN BE NO FORGIVENESS OF SINS.
knew when to retreat. Forcing a smile, she said generously, ‘No, Michael, don’t be ringing me at all hours. You get yourself off, son, and I’ll see you tomorrow.’ That was what he wanted to hear. Hugging her quickly, he left the house. As she heard his car pulling away, she closed her eyes tightly in frustration. He gave her so much, and she knew that she should be grateful for that, but he was all she had. With no husband or lover, he was her everything. She had devoted her life to him, and
ponce out for years. Now we have no other option. Rob has seen to that, the useless fucker.’ Michael smiled. His smile was so endearing. No one looking at it could ever have believed that it could hide so much hate and so much anger. Patrick poured them each another drink and raised his glass in a toast. ‘We need to plan this well. Do it quickly and quietly.’ Michael nodded. ‘I agree. We need to let things calm down. Take them unawares.’ Patrick Costello was hearing exactly what he wanted.
men were so thick! It was all about Michael really, but he couldn’t see that. He was waiting for her to fail again. Oh, he never said that, of course! But she knew him better than anyone else in the world. He was scared for her if this all went pear-shaped again. ‘Well, do you know what, Michael? Don’t worry about me, OK? Just let me be. You’re stressing me out, can’t you see that? I have sat here night after night, all on my Jack Jones, for years, and I have learnt to live with that, live with
large whiskies. He had a feeling they were going to need them. Michael was baiting the boy, and he hoped that Kelvin had the brain capacity to give him the answers he expected. He didn’t hold out much hope though – he could see the boy was rattled. Michael accepted the glass of whisky from Declan, and took a large gulp. He was enjoying Kelvin’s fear. He needed to be made aware of his actions. ‘I mean, think about it from my point of view. You came into my club, and you then caused a big fucking
I know we have had our differences, but never forget that you are everything to me. All I want is your happiness, darling.’ Josephine hugged her mum tightly, relieved now that she knew what was going on. ‘I didn’t even tell Michael at first, Mum. He noticed eventually, of course, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone else about it. As mad as this might sound, I feel different this time. I feel like this time I can do it. This baby moves about a lot. I can feel it’s alive. I wish I had told