Chapter 32: A Broken deal

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An AI image of the Vile Liam O'Malley himself. (No disrespect to Andrew Garfield. I just imagined him being the villain.)
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December 19 1893

In the O'Driscolls hideout in the silver mine Liam O'Malley had been hard pressed with making money. Through his own loan sharking, though in some ways his methods are a lot more brutal than some other people. For instance he not only banks the accounts he invited the debtors to speak to him personally should a debts terms be violated.

For now he walked with a client who had failed the payment in the cold snow outside.

"Do you know what respect means?" Liam asked Albert Brown. A family man who had a run of bad luck, but he turned to the O'Driscolls for help.

"I don't follow?" Mister Brown answered confusedly. He didn't know why a young man was doing all the business as other older men surrounded them. But Liam went on with his charisma.

"Respect Mister Brown, means the feeling of admiration a positive action towards someone. My father taught me all about the meaning of respect before he passed. He dealt quite a lot with whenever he was positive and admired but also he dealt with disrespect. The meaning of insults and a lack of care. For all my life I've had people giving me both meanings of respect and those who speak negatively are often dealt with negatively." He explained on as he smirked sadistically that started to scare the client more as his eyes bulged.

"But bu-"

"Listen mucker we gave you a whole month to repay us back." Liam interrupted with his tone turned to frustration and intimidating. "We lent a whole lot of money to help you out. To put the food on your table to keep your children warm and to satisfy the wife. And yet you have taken that money and not used it for good. You've disrespected me, you've disrespected our gang."

As he drawled his last word, some of the men came around the buildings surrounding the pair.

"I can't allow such disrespect to foul around these parts." Liam firmly gripped his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Listen please! Please Mister O'Malley! I just need tommorow and-" Brown's lips were sealed as Liam placed his gloved finger over them with a dark look in his eyes.

Then Liam's face just faded from his sinister smirk to a hopeful and happy smile as he chuckled. This relieve Brown as he sighed in relief believing Liam had understood him.

"It's alright the payment will come tomorrow. I know it's an absolute, I'll happily drink to it, in fact so can you." Liam snickered as he finally had enough. He nodded at Tom and Frank who  were the men as they rushed in and seized the man and held in place till they dragged him over to the almost frozen up horse trot. Brown had tried to plead and beg for his life but any other attempt to change their minds died as Tom smashed his head into the frozen trot.

Smashing the thick ice with his face making his nose crunch and blood to spill. They then pulled his head back up to smash back in as the ice broke making Brown feel the extreme cold and sub zero temperature of the icy water.

They then started to drown the man. As many bubbles came up fresh with blood turning the ice red. The man tried to desperately break free but was still held in place by the 2 O'Driscolls as the drowning just went on and on. Till the struggling stopped as the head stopped moving as all resistance slowed and had become immobile.  But that wasn't the end of it as the pair let go and moved back as their leader went back into the fold.

Liam had grabbed his melee weapon to finish off their useless client. A battered and blood stained cricket bat was now held as Liam began  to whack and batter the mans head off. A fiery rage erupted within the Green Wolf as each bashing released whatever anger he felt within his soul. Given his history he had every right to be angry, for he had been dealt a cursed hand.

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