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I guess Vance knew that.
Fuck.
“What do you need?” I inwardly groan with a subtle sneer directed at Cormac.
To his credit, he listened to my threat before we got here, and kept his fucking mouth shut.
“Since you seem to have a beef with the Borgias over that incident in Seattle, this might be of interest to you.” He leans back in his chair, grimacing, like his belt is straining his gut. “The statute of limitations on my case against them closes in forty-five days. Their lawyers are killing us in motions, evidentiary hearings, and other delays.”
Hearing what his Borgia case is related to, my stomach turns. Until my interest piques. Survival is always the stronger drive.
Not that I’d ever let a New York prosecutor indict us, but I’m interested to get a glimpse of the Borgias’ legal strategies.
“If you filed the charges, why do the limitations still stand?”
“Damn casino-owner lobbyists got the law changed a few years ago.”
“Let the case drop.” I shrug. “Don’t you have years of backlog for other crimes? Like domestic violence?”
“And reward bad behavior?” Vance shakes his head. “I need to get ahead of these damn motions. Cut their attorneys off at the knees so I can bring this shit case to trial. I want you on this case.”
A shudder rattles up my spine. Cormac exchanges a look with me. I clench my fists, wanting to smash his face for getting me into this mess. Through gritted teeth, I snarl, “If it gets out, I’m working with you—”
“It can be in secret,” Vance quickly offers. “I’ll have an associate bring you the case files. You look at everything and write the briefs. Write the motions. The writs, whatever. I’ll sign my name to them.”
“Take the credit for my work?”
“That keeps your name out of it.”
I pinch my eyebrows together. “That’s illegal.”
“Growing a conscience, O’Rourke?”
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“In you or the Cosa Nostra?”
“Both.”
“They traffic women.” He slams his fist down. “They break my laws. Do you think I give a fuck?”
My head swims, and I consider how the hell I’ll explain this to Kieran and our underboss, Riordan. I worry they’ll deliver a harsher punishment to Cormac for tangling me up here in Sin City when I’m supposed to be home at my brother’s side where he needs me.
“Help me, and I’ll help your little brother over there.” Vance lounges back in his seat.
I scoff again at his use of little. Cormac stands over six feet tall. He’s also thirty-two. I’m a few inches taller and thirty-five.
I dare Vance, the fucker, to call me little.
“And if I don’t?”
“Your brother is going to jail.”
If my family didn’t have the blood of a Cosa Nostra hitman on our hands, I could go to Nico Scava, the Borgia don, right now and ask him for help getting this piece of shit director fitted for cement shoes.
I pull a long breath into my lungs. “I’ll work with you. Email me the files.”
Daniel barks a laugh. “I hear your other brother is a world-class hacker. No. I’m only giving you paper files. And you’ll be…supervised.”
