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“Good.”
Father wraps up the goodbyes for both of us while I turn for the blacked-out SUV that we arrived in and get behind the driver’s seat. Our men stay around my father in case Kincaid tries some stupid shit, but he won’t.
This is too important for him.
And the Bianchi’s must not be buying into his story that he didn’t kill Enzo, or he’s too scared to wait around and find out.
Either way, he’s already signed his death warrant. How this is even possible to conjure up is something I’m not capable of understanding. We may have never been involved in a full-blown war, but our families have always tried to out-petty the other.
Why, just the other day, I slit the throat of one of his loan sharks for threatening the old man who makes my sub every Thursday afternoon. My mother said I needed a routine that didn’t involve blood and guns.
So I buy a sandwich from the same shop every Thursday to appease her, and she’s never mentioned it again, so I guess that made her happy.
The passenger door opens before my father steps up and slides into the leather seat. The moment the door closes, I put the vehicle in drive and begin out of the driveway, wanting to rid myself of Patrick Kincaid and his bullshit.
“Well…it appears that she won’t be an issue,” he emits flatly.
She won’t.
I’ll make sure she never loses it, either.
“If ye don’t like her, son, we can get rid of her when this is all done.” I bow my head and acknowledge that I heard what he said. “However, we might run into a problem wit yer mother.”
I crane my head over to look at him for a moment when our eyes meet. His are full of concern that Mama is going to get attached to the chit because she’s a woman. And women seem to latch onto each other like leeches.
I glance back at the road and sigh.
“Can ye carry through with the wedding?”
“Yes.” Anything that needs to be done for my family. She’s disposable. Nothing that happens with her will mean anything besides being a way inside.
I just want Cillian’s blood on my hands.
“I’ll remind yer mother that this is part of the plan.”
Good luck.
I respect the fuck out of my father and support him with any decision he makes, but his weakness is my mother, and while Arlo and Kohen seem to understand it, I don’t.
“We’ll keep Rory out of the mix as well.”
Just another woman to get attached to another woman.
My little sister hates that she’s the only girl in the family besides our mother and wished for more.
Too fucking bad.
Not that my father would ever dispose of her like Patrick seems to have no issues doing, but it’s better that I only have to worry about one sister than a plethora of them. God only knows that I’d kill half a family in one visit if one of my sisters were abused.
“This will work out just fine,” my father claims, as though he needs to convince both of us. “Patrick is desperate and wants this to happen pretty quickly.”
He must’ve said that while I was watching his soldiers lift Haven’s lifeless body from the floor.
“We’ll make the wedding small and intimate. That way—”
“No.” If this is going to look real, we need it the way it’d be for Arlo or Kohen. A huge fucking affair with everyone we know. “Do it normally. Invite everyone.”
“Ye sure?” I nod. “That means ye gonna have to look happy, Finn. And smiling isn’t something ye do…ever.”
