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Francesco Gianni, Giuseppe Tadesco, Sergio Ramos, Clive Maxton, Bryan McKenzie and my brother, Sean. In 2009, those six ruthless men came together to take him out.
Recently, the killings began anew. Everyone involved in Stephen’s murder became a target. The ones that died at the hand of the Ferryman were found with 2009 pennies over their eyes, a clue as to why it was happening and who was responsible. Anyone who dared to replace them became the new target.
“If Stephen Black is dead, who’s killing Dons?” Noah, who has recently taken over the Gianni family in New Jersey, asked.
“His son,” Gunn Sinclair, Luca’s right-hand man, replied. “Gideon Black.”
Everyone watched Luca with narrowed gazes full of distrust.
Rowan Kane was to first to speak. “How do we know this isn’t all some made-up bullshit? I never heard of a Ferryman.”
“Exacly,” Jorge Ruiz, Ramos’s cousin, piped in with his heavy accent. “How do I know jou aren’t the guan behin oll thees. I never heard of a Ferymen.”
Luca glanced between the two. “I’m not behind anything. My own brother was killed by this asshole. His bitch attacked Ray’s place and nearly took out Gunn,” he said, referring to Gideon’s own assassin, Scarlet.
Gunn’s head snapped up. “She didn’t come out smelling like roses, dick.”
Arran, owner of the Maxton Pierce Auction House in Philadelphia that serves as a front to their actual business— selling stolen artifacts, among other things, on the black market— sat forward thoughtfully. “Which, coincidentally, made you king of New York.”
Luca smiled at him. “My brother didn’t have to die for me to control this city. It was mine long before that, and everyone in this fucking room knows it.”
“I heard about the Ferryman,” Noah said. “Tony came to me after he attempted to reach Joaquin. He believed I’d be more reasonable than him or Renzo.”
“Were you?” Luca gritted his teeth. It was understandable he was upset that his brother was seen as paranoid, when in fact, we should have all listened. I should have listened.
“My father had just been killed,” Noah replied. “The timing wasn’t right. But I did listen.”
“Did he tell you anything that isn’t in these documents?” Luca’s uncle, Ray, asked.
“He was trying to determine why Stephen Black was taken out,” Noah told him. “I agreed to speak to Joaquin after I buried my father. Didn’t get the chance. I ended up having to bury him too.”
“The better question is, why the fuck did it take so many of them to kill one man?” Marco, who has refrained from any activity that could mark him as anything in Chicago, scratched the scruff on his chin.
I stared at him for a moment, and though I didn’t realize it then, it was the first time his weakness became evident to me. There was just an air of cowardliness that surrounded him and made him distasteful to me.
In the end, only Luca, Gunn, Noah, Rowan and I committed ourselves to the Sinacore alliance. We committed our resources and our lives to ending Gideon’s terror.
Marco wanted nothing to do with it.
“He said he was part of it,” Patrick assures me, bringing my attention back to him.
“And what did you tell him?”
“That I’d pass the message along. So now that I did, should I plan on cancelling my plans with Sheila?”
“Can’t you buy her something nice to make her happy? Bring her to the club, champagne’s on us. Women like that sort of shit.”
He narrows his green eyes on me. “How can you be so fucking smart and know nothing at the same time? Not all women are like that.”
“My experiences have been different. They all need two things two keep them happy.” I lift two fingers. “A good fuck and expensive gifts.”
“Then you need a different type of woman. It’s possible you might lose all your money someday. Damn guarantee your dick won’t work at some point. Then what?”
It takes me a moment to respond, my thoughts going instantly to Andie. Though I don’t know why. My dick is definitely involved when it comes to her and it was my money that got her into the position she’s in.
“I’ll call Marco,” I say, my mind still on the sexy blonde in my house. “But you don’t need to change your plans. I’m not going anywhere for the next few weeks.”
“Good.” He slaps a folder onto my desk. “Now, we need to discuss the proposed new security protocols.”
