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I’m on edge. This is about more than ending the war to me, although that’s big enough. If we can take Finnian down, I’ll be able to bring Molly out of hiding. I can introduce her to the family, and yeah, Renzo will be livid, but at least she won’t be a liability anymore. I need this so fucking bad, because it kills me not being able to bring her around. Despite how insane Carlo can be sometimes, I want him to meet Molly. I want Gian and Renzo to meet her too, and Allegra and Maddy. Even Mom, when she’s having the rare halfway decent day, though those are few and far between.
“Uh, bro, what the fuck?” Carlo’s staring at someone that just walked in. I was too busy fantasizing about Molly and didn’t notice him.
“What?” But I see it and my toes go numb.
“That’s the fucking guy.” Carlo grabs my arm. “The one that escaped. Holy fucking fuck. That’s him.”
And he’s right. I hate Carlo and his really good memory, but he’s absolutely right.
Standing in the middle of the lobby, looking very uncomfortable, is Molly’s cousin.
Chapter 27
Saul
“I’ll handle him.” I’m already getting to my feet, head racing, but Carlo’s up too.
“No way. We do this together. That little fucker’s here to meet with Finn and we’re going to use him. Fuck Dante, we’re getting the glory.”
“Carlo—”
But it’s too late. He’s already striding across the room.
Barry looks better than the last time I saw him. His clothes are clean and new and his face is mostly healed. But when he spots Carlo, much too late to do anything about it, all the blood drains from his expression.
The stupid fucker knew. The dumb, moronic, absolutely idiotic, dumbass fucker knew that we would probably show up, and he didn’t warn his boss. Instead, he went about his business like usual because—what, he thought I might forget?
“Oh, god,” he groans but Carlo’s already grabbing him by the neck and shoving something against his side. My brother’s good at this move: he hides the gun with his body, but keeps his firmly jammed to Barry’s ribs. “Oh, fuck, what are you doing here?”
“You stupid shit,” he hisses and steers the Irish kid toward the elevators. “You dumb little cocksucker. You got away. You almost made it.”
I catch Barry’s eye. He looks terrified, showing every inch of the whites around his pupils. I give him a tight shake of my head and I hope he understands that means he’d better not say a fucking word about what happened that night.
“They found me,” he groans, still staring at me. “I logged into my email and used my phone, and they came to get me. What was I supposed to do?”
“Not come here, for starters,” Carlo says once we’re by the elevators. Nobody else is around, fortunately. “What room is he in?”
“I don’t know,” Barry moans.
“Why’d you come here?” I ask him, honestly curious. “You told me about this place. You had to have known we might be here.”
“If I told him that I talked, I’d be dead.” He’s whispering and shaking. “If I refused to show up, he would’ve known something is up. Finn’s paranoid as fuck, man. I had to act like nothing was wrong and like I got lucky or some shit.”
“You did get lucky,” Carlo says, grinning like a maniac. “What’s your deal here? Does he come down and meet you? What’d you bring him?”
“Coke,” he says, trembling. “And yeah, usually he sends the girl.”
Carlo licks his lips. “She’s a snack. What’s her name?”
“Stop it.” I punch him in the shoulder and look at Barry. “Is she coming down now?”
He nods quickly. “Yeah, man, usually just takes her a minute.”
“I’ll get the girl,” I say, already turning to the elevators. “Carlo, keep him here. And Barry, keep your fucking mouth shut. If you make one noise, Carlo will happily murder you. Right, Carlo?”
“Might do it anyway,” he mutters. “But yeah, what he said.”
Barry just nods, looking like a bullet wouldn’t be so bad right about now. At least that would be quick. I linger near the doors, cursing myself internally. What kind of shit luck is this? Of all people that could show up, it’s goddamn Barry.
