Deadly Shamrocks: An Irish Tale of Love, Murder and Revenge by J. B. Reed

for you to come home, Lucky.”
      “Okay, Joseph, we can be on a plane tomorrow.”
      “I need for you to come and see me when you get in, Lucky.  We have some business to discuss.”
      “Will do.  See you tomorrow, Joseph.”
      Michael hung the phone up and sat on the side of the bed, thinking of what reason to give Vivie for going home.  He also wondered what business Joseph wanted to discuss with him.  He was almost positive it would have something to do with Vivie.  When Vivie returned to the suite, loaded down with packages, she could tell something was on Michael’s mind.
      “Are you upset with me, Michael?  Am I spending too much money?”
      “Of course not, darlin.  However, you know we will have to have some of this stuff shipped home.  We’ll never be able to get it all on the plane.”
      “Michael, is something bothering you?”
      “Not really.  I got a phone call from Joseph.  He needs me back in New York as soon as possible.  He said there is some business he needs to discuss with me.  I am afraid we will have to cut our honeymoon short, darlin.  We will need to leave for home tomorrow.”
      “It’s okay, really, I’ve had a wonderful time here, but it’s always good to get back home.  Michael, I have been thinking about something, something that I am sure has been on your mind as well.  We haven’t consummated our marriage yet.”
      “I told you before, darlin, we have plenty of time.”
      “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to wait until we’re home, Michael.  Home in your big bed.  The bed that you so lovingly watched over me when I needed it most.”
      Michael put his arms around Vivie and held her tight.  “That would be perfect, darlin.”
      Vivie and Michael packed up and left for the airport at 6:00 a.m.  New York seemed so far away.  They had been so happy while in Vegas.  Just Mr. and Mrs. Whoever on their honeymoon; where no one knew them or their history.  Now it was back to reality, a reality that had Michael more than a little uneasy.
      Once Michael and Vivie had arrived home, and Vivie was settled in, he left for his meeting with Joseph.  Maybe it would not be as bad as Michael was thinking.  Maybe Joseph just had another assignment that he needed to discuss with him.  Whatever it was, he was about to find out.
      “Lucky, come in, have a seat.  How was your flight?”
    “Not bad at all.   We got home about an hour ago.  I wanted to get over here as soon as possible, Joseph.  What did you want to discuss with me?”
      “Like I told you on the phone, we got the family relocated.  Now it’s time for you to relocate the girl, Lucky.  It’s time you get her out of your house.  The longer she stays there, the more chance the Westies will find out it was you that blew that cocksucker’s legs off.  You can reunite her with her mother and the rest of the family.   Here’s the address, or if you want, I can have a couple of the boys drive her there.”
      Joseph slid a piece of paper to Michael with the address where Vivie’s mother is living on it.  Michael placed the paper in his pocket.
      “I can’t do that, Joseph.”
      “Why the hell not?”
      “She’s pregnant.  It’s my kid.”
      “Jesus Christ!  You knocked her up?  So what do you plan to do, get married and become a family man?  You are a fucking killer, Michael.  You can’t change that.  You are what you are.  You are not going to change.  That’s all you know how to do.  Give her some money, tell her you’ll send her money on a regular basis, but get the bitch out of your house, now, Michael.”
      “There’s more, Joseph.”
      “Fuck, I knew there had to be.  What are you going to tell me now, that she knows you’re a killer and she loves you anyway?”  Joseph voice was full of anger and sarcasm.
    “Yes.   She knows.  She knows everything about me.”
      “Mother fucker!  What the fuck is wrong with you?