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“This situation does not involve you. There is no reason for you to get involved and piss on us more than you have. Our business deal was actually legit. We just needed to make arrangements for our shipments. That was all you were supposed to be in this.”
“Then things changed,” I fill in with a sing-song voice.
“Give me the girl, Vincent. That is my final warning, or you will not like what happens next.”
Threats… I know they’re not empty.
I know enough, and I’m entering dangerous territory to protect a woman who reached somewhere inside me I thought was dead.
Is that enough?
Is love worth this?
I look over the faces of my brothers willing to go into battle with me. I have my friends who will walk by my side into the valley of the shadow of death. I have my son to think about.
The last part of Sorcha. My son is the love of my life now.
I think of all those people as I contemplate my next words.
Salvatore is my consigliere. He can’t hear what’s being said, but no one has to guess as to whether this conversation is good or bad. I focus on him, and he nods his head.
People used to think it was scary how we all seemed to be able to communicate with each other without speaking. We’re doing it now because as he does it, Gabe and Nick do too, reinforcing their former promises to have my back.
I can’t be with Ava. That’s a whole separate issue that’s on me. It’s separate and different to this… but I can’t allow them to kill her either. I won’t.
That’s the answer and how we will proceed.
“No,” I answer. “Fuck no.”
“Very well, Vincent Giordano. I hope you know you just signed your death warrant. You do not mess with the brotherhood and expect us to lie down and take it.”
“You heard me.”
“And you heard me. Fool, you would sacrifice your people for a piece of ass. For pussy.”
I bite down hard on my back teeth. “Ilya Lobonov, be grateful we are not standing face to face right now. I’d rip your face off with a knife and snap your fucking neck. This conversation is over.”
I slam down the phone, disconnecting him.
The question of what next hangs in the air like it always does.
Fuck, what next though? What will they do next?
“I’m going to talk to her. I’m gonna see what I can get out of her.” I leave them and make my way up the stairs.
Marguerite’s in my room with her. Ava’s still crying, and I don’t expect her to stop. It’s the worst time ever to badger her for answers, but I need to.
Time is of the essence now. I can’t allow her the time she needs to grieve.
I can’t allow her the time she should have to process Mark’s death.
I can’t allow her the time she needs to trust me. I hope that she will trust me enough to tell me what I need to know.
Mark’s dead, but right now, I’m a dead man walking with a target on my back. At war with the Bratva.
Maybe this is what happened to the other family in the past. If it is, I can’t allow these people to kill mine.
So, I have to make her tell me what I need to know.
