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New World Sparrows - often abbreviated to NWS. The members are known as Sparrows.
One of three global secret societies of criminals hidden in plain sight, mostly known for sex trafficking. Having infiltrated every aspect of US society, from the government to the courts to law enforcement agencies, they’ve escaped justice for their heinous crimes for decades.
Old World Sparrows - tied to the New World Sparrows. The oldest organization of the trio. Their territory is Europe.
Eastern Sparrows - the final Sparrow organization. Their territory is Asia.
Éire le chéile go deo - often abbreviated to ECD. The members are known as cheiles. An Irish organization dedicated to uniting Northern Ireland with the Republic and removing the British from their land.
Satan’s Sinners’ MC - a motorcycle club in West Orange, New Jersey. Allied to the Five Points. Led by Rex, the Prez.
Famigghia - Sicilian Mafia. Allied to the Five Points. Led by Luciu Valentini, the Don.
Russian Bratva, newly named The Forgotten Boys - Allied to the Five Points. Led by Maxim Lyanov, the Pakhan/Shukher.
United Brotherhood - An elite Russian version of the Masons. Led by Anton Kuznetsov.
PART 1
If you simply can’t understand why someone is grieving so much, for so long, then consider yourself fortunate that you do not understand.
- Joanne Cacciatore
1
CONOR
“Looks like they’re not coming for a friendly chat, Troy,” Star, the love of my life, hollered at the woman who we were trying to spare from being murdered as she loaded her SMG with a magazine of bullets. “They’re here to silence you. And to be honest, I’m not sure I fucking blame them, you pain in the goddamn ass.”
With Troy’s Range Rover doing a great impression of a burned-out shell, there was no denying the Sparrows had come in guns blazing.
As an Irish mobster who routinely pulled stunts that would give the average citizen nightmares, nothing could’ve readied me for the intensity that had overtaken the three women once Troy’s ride had been hit with an RPG from the highway.
If anyone believed that women were lesser than men, then they needed to see Lodestar, Dead To Me, and Troy gearing up for war while multitasking by bitching at one another.
“I managed to figure that out on my own, Lodestar,” Troy snarled back as she packed the holsters she wore on her hip with spare rounds. “Your digging around is probably the only fucking reason they’re on their way though. I bet Ovianar is dead and Dagda is under goddamn attack because of you.
“This is why I hated you in training. You were such a digger. You could never leave shit alone. See an unturned stone? Not for long. Star just has to overturn it and unleash Ebola on the world!”
“You managed to get those crosshairs on you all by yourself. I don’t think blaming Star when we’re here to save you is fair,” I growled.
“This isn’t helping,” was Dead To Me’s flat response. Her words were bland but her actions weren’t.
Having hauled the duffle bags we’d brought with us from the trunk, she was digging through our gear and kept shoving weapons at the bickering women while checking out the highway for incoming grenades.
Because she was right and because I hadn’t been handed a semi-automatic, I asked, “Where do I go?”
The bickering stopped, and Star’s eyes widened as she turned to me. The deepest welter of regret whispered into being in her expression, so sharp it took me aback, then she stormed over to me, grabbed my shirt, and shook me.
“You get your ass inside. You stay away from windows. You do not leave the building unless I call you. Do you understand?”
Tapping my loaded holster, I frowned at her. “I can shoot, Star. I’m not like you but I can goddamn defend myself and I can help—”
Troy sniffed. “Pretty boy like you ain’t got nothin’ in him but glittery jizz—”
My brows lifted at that. “Excuse me? What the fuck is glittery jizz?”
