Two Worlds (18+)

Seven | Ti meriti il mondo

Irish terms used in this chapter

Gombeen man - 'businessman' who is looking to make a quick profit, especially at someone elses expense or acceptance of bribes

Cop on - what you just said is stupid

Feck - a polite way of saying fuck

Shite - shit, rubbish, nonsense

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A I S L I N G

Ignoring the throbbing pain that made itself present on my cheek, I stepped forward with confidence, glaring darkly at Aisling. I well deserved that punched but I was still pissed she revealed everything like this.

I proceeded to tell them everything from how I suspected Greg, spied on him, and tried to protect Aisling. "I genuinely apologize for your daughter getting mixed up in all this. I just didn't want some innocent girl to get hurt for my mistakes, not many people can protect themselves as well as Aisling though, I just didn't know it at the time." I chuckled and paused, turning around to grab the briefcase I brought with me, it's the peace offering I need. Aisling's eyes widened at the sight of it. "This is what I used Aisling's key card to steal. For you." I gestured to Derry handing him the briefcase.

"What's this?" He questions, intrigued, while carefully undoing the latches.

"The Russian's were paying Greg for information about you. He met with them multiple times. This is all the information they requested for Greg to gather." Derry's eyes flickered with anger and something else momentarily before the fury became plastered to his face.

"Some gombeen man, that Bastard." Derry muttered while going through the papers in the briefcase. I hadn't heard that term before it must be something Irish. He quickly shoves the papers inside the case and closes it shut, turning his head back up to us.

"Aisling, enough of your nonsense today please. Just go to your room." Derry's no nonsense tone echoed across the room. She shot him a menacing glare, to which he paid no attention, before sighing and retreating to her room. The fire in her eyes was distinguished. I had to stop my mouth from nearly dropping to the floor. I didn't take her as the kind of girl to obey orders so easily, especially when they were given so rudely.

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I sit  directly across from Derry in his office dimly lit office, we were examining paperwork that would finalize our treaty. I once again had to take matters into my own hands for this one. Alexsei Sorokin, the leader of the Russian Mafia, is definitely up to something. Although it could just be about the alliance, I have a slight intuition that it's more.

My eyes scanned the gleaming finish and arched accents of the large wooden desk that sat between us. "I see here that the Russian's wanted information on our alliance." He broke the silence.

"Yes, It's clear they see the threat of us working together." My voice was clear and direct.

"Well then. All the more reason to make it official, eh?" Derry spoke with confidence raising an eyebrow at me for confirmation.

"Certainly." I nodded as my lips pulled into a slight smile. Derry smiled wildly at me in satisfaction as he poured two glasses of whiskey.

"Why don't we celebrate?" He passed me a glass before we raised ours together. "To a lasting and fruitful partnership." He cheered, I smiled as I clinked my glass with his.