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Mind on more important things, I watched Brennan unfasten MacMurray’s restraints with the keys I tossed him.
"Declan, Eoghan, help me with this dipshit?" Brennan requested, and I watched as they hauled my da’s man out of the room.
Now sobbing with pain, MacMurray was clearly drifting in and out of consciousness. Otherwise, I figured, he’d have struggled more. Mostly he was just yelping and squealing like a pig as they carried him out.
Watching them work, Finn and Conor walked over to me.
"Don’t make any sudden moves," Finn warned as I reached for my cell and connected a call with Luciu Valentini. "Or do anything you’ll regret in the morning."
"Valentini isn’t just an ally, Finn," I grouched. "He’s fucking family now."
Finn scratched his jaw. "Jen’s pregnant again."
"She is?"
Aoife, his wife, and mine shared a best friend, and we’d recently learned that Jennifer MacNeill, AKA ‘pain in my ass,’ was the bastard daughter of our uncle Padraig.
She’d married the new Sicilian Don this summer and had just given birth to a little girl so was more his problem than ours, thank fuck.
"She just gave birth."
Finn shrugged. "It’s what Aoife told me."
"She hasn’t told Savannah." My brow furrowed with concern.
They’d already had a falling out earlier this year… Had it happened again?
Was that why she was so unsettled right now? Because they’d had another argument? It’d make more sense than her being so upset about Da…
Not that that had stopped me from tying her to the fucking bed. Whether or not that made me an asshole, I’d do it again. Especially after that stunt she’d pulled tonight.
"Aidan? What’s wrong?"
Luciu’s cultured voice broke into my thoughts.
"Can’t a cousin call his cousin-in-law for a chat?"
"Not at four in the morning." Luciu yawned, unimpressed by my mockery. "What’s wrong?"
"Are you manufacturing Red?"
Silence greeted me, but slowly, Luciu admitted, "Yes. It’s my brother’s creation."
I stared around the blood-spattered walls, the unintended aftereffects of the drug. "Some creation."
He grunted.
"You don’t approve?"
"No. I don’t. But Custanzu is a grown man. He can do as he wishes with his free time."
"I didn’t realize he had a background in chemistry."
"We all had a background before our father was killed," Luciu said before he released a brisk laugh. "Mine was history. Has the drug caused an issue in your territory?"
"You could say that." I pursed my lips as I placed the call on speaker. "Got one of my men saying that your brother’s directly selling it to him. Now, we’re fucking allies, Luciu, so I’m going to ask you nicely if that’s a lie."
Apparently, he heard the warning in my inquiry because he rumbled, "Custanzu sells to no one directly."
