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“They’re set to land in an hour,” Riordan says.
“It’s very simple as far as I’m concerned.” I fold my hands. “The dead Scava tried to rape my brother’s woman, who’s pregnant with his child. Our blood. My blood.”
“Some Italian bosses don’t give a fuck about that,” Riordan says.
“We have to convince the one on his way here that he does.”
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
Jillian
I’ve been to New York. It’s an exciting city. As a resident of Las Vegas, that’s saying a lot.
I spoke to my mother briefly from the plane and told her I’m under protection because of a case, and the men guarding her door is just a precaution.
It worries me that she hasn’t spoken to Daniel.
And he’s not called me.
With hours passed since the attack, and Eoghan taking care of my every need in that time, my brain fog clears. I’m ready to consider the reality of my situation.
The most primary…
Am I truly pregnant?
Knowing Eoghan was Johnny, and knowing deep inside the man in the mask was the same man each time, if there is a baby, it’s his.
And he’ll never let me go.
I put that bullet into Lazaro’s head because he tried to rape me. On another level, by ending Scava’s life, I ended mine in Vegas including my career.
Even if I’d gotten free another way and Scava lived, I would never be able to try any case against him or his family ever again considering what he did to me. Their lawyers would make sure of it.
So, I signed my own eviction notice. It’s how I can live with the decision I made to start a new life with Eoghan.
I’m here in New York on my own terms.
The plane lands and immediately heads to a hangar where sparkling black, idling SUVs wait for us.
“Is Nico Scava on a plane?” Eoghan asks Balor on his phone.
His eyes closing confirms the answer.
Griffin and Shane Quinlan strap assault rifles to their chest and look outside before lowering the airstairs. Taryn checks his gun and follows.
“Balor didn’t get any signals that Scava reached out to the Manhattan Cosa Nostra,” Shane says.
I exchange a look with Eoghan. We think alike. We’re both analytical and process plans several steps ahead of the opponent.
Now we’re on the same side.
In one of the SUVs, we drive with Griffin. Taryn and Shane follow us in the other SUV.
We leave the airport through an access road that’s empty except for a few trucks loading cargo.
No one stops us.
No one shoots at us.
