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“Agreed,” I stated firmly, and watched as my brothers all confirmed their stance. “I’ll get in touch with Sin. Lodestar might sit on the information, so we need to get them to act and fast.”
“When are we going to take out Dunbar?” Aidan groused. “She’s a thorn in our side.”
Eoghan perked up at that. “Any excuse to take out a pig and I’m down.”
I shook my head. “There’s something going on with her.”
“What like?” Eoghan asked, his brow furrowing with disappointment.
“I don’t know.”
“I do,” Conor rasped, his tone darkening. “And that’s the solution I was talking about. Lodestar told me that there’s a corrupt Fed who acts as the go-between for theFamigliaand anyone with beef against the Irish.”
My eyes flared wide. “Shit.”
“Yeah, shit.” He rubbed his chin. “It would be easy to set up too. Haul someone in on fake charges, talk to them, manipulate them, and get them to do what you want so you’ll drop the charges… perfect con.”
“What do we do?” I asked tiredly. “We kill her, it might unearth a graveyard’s worth of bodies.”
“Probably would. I think we use the information we have as leverage to get her to stop blackmailing you. We have shit on her, she has shit on us. Maybe that will be enough,” Eoghan stated.
“No. This is personal to her. It won’t stop until we end her.”
“Or maybe we use her and figure out a way to get her to end herself,” Conor mused, his tone turning distant.
“We need to tell Da,” Aidan murmured. “If we’ve got traitors in the family because of her, he needs to know.”
“He’ll just have her killed,” I pointed out.
“Then we need to come up with a better strategy,” Finn reasoned. “Conor, we need to think about this.”
Because the pair of them were our financial strategists, it fit that we’d leave them with this particular ‘problem.’
Conor was wrong.
Houston, wedidhave a problem, and it was shaped like a cunt who carried an FBI badge.
“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” Conor replied. “I need to think.”
“Me too,” Finn agreed.
“This has long-term repercussions,” Brennan argued. “We need to figure out who the rats are before they reveal themselves to us.”
“Like with Ryan Hoskins, you mean?” I ground out, referring to the bastard who’d turned on us, killing a Five Pointer in the process—my ma’s favorite guard, Rogan—all to help aFamigliagoon get into Aela’s house to kill my woman and my boy.
He was with the fishes now, but that was less than he deserved.
“Yeah.” Aidan frowned. “This is going to create a witch hunt.”
“Apparently a much needed one,” Eoghan retorted.
“Shit. This is going to make our already paranoid father even more of a psycho,” Brennan groused.
Because each of us agreed, we fell silent at that.
Fuck.
I let out a tired sigh. “We can deal with this in the morning. Good job, Conor.”
