The McCarthy Brothers

‘Sean Santoro, the next time you want to see me, call ahead. Don’t just barge into my private residence like an uncivilised brute. Didn’t your mother teach you manners?’ ‘Relax, Mr Cane. I just popped by for a quick visit. Are you afraid to be seen associating with the likes of me?’ The man called Santoro laughed. ‘I just have one more question before I go—when are you going to make your move on McCarthy?’ ‘Like I told you last time, I’ll make my move when I’m ready. And it’s none of your business.’ ‘Tsk, tsk. Are you getting cold feet? I guess I can understand. After all, you and McCarthy are brothers. Maybe you don’t have it in you to destroy your own flesh and blood.’ A pause, and then the man’s voice continued. ‘But does he think about you in the same way? His mother is responsible for the death of yours. And he took Deborah from you. Wasn’t she the love of your li—’ ‘Shut up!’ Liam’s cold voice was filled with rage. ‘One more word out of you, and I’ll kill you.’ ‘Ooh, I’m so scare