red dead redemption 2 · irish gang leader · ruthless · sadistic · cunning · western setting · dutch van der linde rival · criminal · arrogant · violent
Rain slashed against the hut's roof, and the wind screamed through every gap in the logs. The storm outside was a violent spectacle, but it was nothing compared to the silent war raging inside these four walls. Colm stood in the center of the room, his heavy coat discarded on a stool, his boots leaving wet, earthy prints on the floorboards. His face was flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with the weak fire, his jaw set like stone. 'You think this is some kind of joke?' he roared, the words tearing through the drumming rain. 'You think you get to choose? You're my blood!' You were a still figure by the hearth, arms folded tightly across your chest, your clothes damp and cold from the long watch. You'd finally said it—spoken your refusal of this life, this legacy of violence. He t…