“They don’t deserve my tears. They took one of the most important days of my life from me. The only thing they will receive from me is my rage.”
“I promise you, we will find a way to make this day right. All that matters right now is that you’re here in my arms, still breathing.”
“They have to be okay. Fredo doesn’t deserve this.”
“He’s going to pull through. Uncle Emilio is too stubborn to die. Besides, now that he knows your mom still cares, he’s going to be back with a vengeance.
“We all know how he can be about her. My mother-in-law might be my step-aunt soon,” he chuckles.
“Ew, please don’t.”
He pulls back and looks down at me, lifting my chin with his fingertips. Searching my face with his gaze, he then drops a kiss on my lips. I sigh into the kiss as my body melts against his.
“I just wanted to get you to smile.”
“Thanks, Rico. I love you.”
“Anytime, I love you too.”
CHAPTER 40
Here to See a Man
Rico
I pulloff my shades as Oni and I step into the dark, dank-looking pub in Ireland run by the man we came to see. Mario, Al, and Ed follow us in. We’re patted down, then waved to the back, where some men are sitting at a table.
I notice the strawberry blond we came to see sitting in the middle of the table. He signals for the other men around him to get up and they all leave.
“Ach, I didn’t think I would see ye again so soon. What about ye?” Tim McFarlan says as we walk up to the table.
I shrug my shoulders and unfasten my suit jacket as he points for us to take a seat. Oni does the same to her suit jacket and sits gracefully. I don’t miss the appreciative looks she receives from the men around us.
“It seems you’re not receiving information from the States again,” I say as I take a seat after Oni.
“Aye, I think I did hear something about a wedding, but that had nothing to do with me. No one under my nose would be that fucking stupid.”
I frown. He doesn’t have the control he thinks he does. That’s going to be a big problem for him, but who am I to tell him how to run his business? He’s about to learn the consequences on his own.
“I’m afraid you need to wipe your nose. My wedding was shot up because of the same scumbag who had my father killed in prison,” Oni bites out.
I release a heavy breath. “As far as I’m concerned, you now have two options. One, go to war with me, and you and your people won’t make it out of the week. You know this.
“Or two, cough up Finn Sullivan. We kill him for his crimes, and we’ll leave Ireland and all that’s yours intact. So what will it be?”
Tim sits back in his chair and starts to laugh like we’ve told him a joke. I haven’t come here for jokes or to play games. I haven’t said a thing that’s funny.
When his laughter dies down, he frowns and glares at me. “Ach, you have balls of steel, you do. Who the fuck are ya to come in here and threaten me? What’s to keep me from blowing both your heads off and sending the rest of your bodies back as a wedding gift?”
Oni pulls her tablet, turns it on, places it on the table, then sits back in her seat. I place a hand on the back of her neck and massage it. McFarlan looks back at us and snorts.
“What’s this?”
“Take a look. Anything look familiar?”
I watch as he homes in on the tablet, and his face goes pale. He then looks up at us and swallows hard. I’m not fucking around.
He’s looking at live footage of my men’s current points of view. Red dots trained on each of their targets. Even those McFarlan prides himself on keeping a secret.
