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“I will take her back with me, with or without Donnelly’s consent.”
Vince sighed. “You thinking you can just waltz in there and take a Donnelly, makes me question your sanity.” The incredulity in his voice irked me a little. Even though he was probably right.
“You can get out here, and just leave me the car.”
“It would probably be better for my health, but see, I’ve been a little bored lately.” His playful tone made me snap my head and stare at him. Whatever he would be saying next was bound to be completely insane. “So, a little gunfight, maybe with a side of hand-to-hand combat, is just what I need.”
I shook my head and stared through the windshield outside at the street.
Only a made man, or a crazy one, would regard the situation we would be facing as fun, or adequate to fight boredom.
The hours flew by, and the rhythmic hum of the road beneath us became a backdrop to my thoughts about the path I had chosen.
Why did I take her? What was it about her that I couldn’t look away? And then later, I could’ve just let her go and sent her home. So, what if her defiance in refusing to tell me her name evoked my dominant nature?
All the choices I had made that had brought me to this juncture were questionable at best. Morally reprehensive and unhinged at least.
And yet.
When we arrived at the outskirts of Boston, my lack of sleep was catching up on me.
“What’s the plan?” Vincenzo asked.
“Plan A is to knock on the door, ask Donnelly for her hand—have her fall into my arms, love shining bright in her eyes, and leave with her.”
Vince chuckled. “And the other plan A? The one not out of a sappy Hallmark movie?”
“Get in, get her out—ask for forgiveness and her hand later.”
“Well, I think getting in without anyone noticing is rather delusional. Donnelly will have security upon security.”
“Good thing I’m used to working in the shadows, then.”
Vince sighed. “Good thing indeed. And here I forgot to bring my invisibility cloak.”
I shot him a look.
But he just shrugged. “At least I have my flying cape on underneath.”
“You still wearing superman undies, as well?”
He scoffed. “I’m a man now; I upgraded to no undies at all.”
I chuckled. Nothing like a little gallows humor to battle the tension.
And really—getting into the home of the boss of the Irish mob should’ve not been that easy.
I needed to have a stern talk with my future father-in-law about his antiquated security system. Maybe get him to hire Hawk to spruce up the whole security concept.
CHAPTERFORTY
“You’re depressed,” Fiona said, looking at me, one brow raised and her head cocked to the side.
We were sitting on her bed, both in our PJs.
I’d been here only a day. And all I did was take a four-hour-long walk—accompanied by my bodyguards—for Fiona to jump to that conclusion.
“I’m good, really.” Maybe I wasn’t “good,” but I wasn’t depressed either. Just…I didn’t even know how to describe my current state. I thought being back in Ireland would help. But I missed Gabe the same way I missed him back in Boston—a low-level anguish simmering just beneath the surface mixed with nausea.
