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My stomach twisted into knots. "What do you mean?"
Luca hesitated, then lowered his eyes. "The mole...he kidnapped Connor McTiernan's wife."
"Oh, god." My hand flew to my mouth. Before, the McTiernans were little more than names on paper to me, but after Alfie, this felt personal.
"She’s a doctor and witnessed a hit we placed on one of her patients. She recognized the mole as the trigger man. The mole--Teagan--he panicked and took her. Lorenzo is planning to use her as bait to draw the rest of the McTiernans into a firefight."
I felt dizzy, on the verge of another panic attack. Alfie would be there. I knew he would be. Connor was his best friend, and there was no doubt in my mind that Connor would want his friend at his back when they went to rescue his wife. Alfie would walk right into a trap, and he would die.
"Teagan's out of his mind," Luca looked like he was going to be sick. "It's like he's got a personal vendetta against this woman. I don't know what Lorenzo promised him, but he's off his fucking rocker."
I shuddered.
"I have to do something," Luca said. "Abducting women, doing...god knows what else...this isn't what we’re about. I have to stop him."
"What are you going to do?"
Luca's face was grim. "I'm going to find Teagan and put a bullet in his head before he has a chance to kill anyone else."
"That's suicide, Luca." I clutched his arm, heart hammering. "You can't go up against the Family like that. You'll never make it out of here alive."
"I have to try," he said, his voice firm. "I can't let this continue. I can't let him get away with what he's done."
Alfie...Luca...Cassidy...
So many lives hung in the balance.
I swallowed hard and nodded. "Then let me help. I think I know what to do."
twelve
Alfie
The dying man twitchedand jerked in his chair, his strangled gasps for air past a crushed windpipe the only sound in the dimly lit warehouse. The air was thick with the coppery scent of death. Blood stained the cement floor, dark and sticky. It clung to the legs of the chair and the man's shoes.
Tommy pressed his gun to Jack’s temple.
"No. Leave him." Those were the first words Connor had spoken since we'd entered the warehouse. Nothing on his face as he stood and surveyed his handiwork with an expression of someone looking at a turd on the bottom of his shoe.
Jack's eyes had rolled back in his head, and he gurgled wetly. Whatever organ a man had that was supposed to make you feel something watching another man die had gone numb in me a long time ago. Working with Tommy Quinn will do that to a person. This level of viciousness was unprecedented from Connor, though.
"Get rid of that," Connor was already striding out of the warehouse without a second glance at the body.
Tommy hauled Jack's twitching body out of the chair and began wrapping heavy wire around his ankles. We'd tie some blocks to his ankles and throw him in the Chelsea River. We called it The Graveyard--I'm surprised the boats could get through there with all the bodies we'd dumped over the years.
A tension headache was starting to prick at the back of my eyes. Jack had been my hire, a low-level enforcer that worked security for Connor's penthouse. As it turned out, he had been working with Teagan, all along.
Teagan Kelley. I didn't like the guy, but I never would have expected this. It was going to take a lot of digging to find out just how deep his betrayal ran.
But first, we had to find Cassidy.
I jumped up to follow Connor out to the car. He was usually the level-headed one of the group, but with Cassidy gone, he and Tommy were two unstable time-bombs, and I was caught in the middle. Not that I blamed them. If Emilia had been taken like that...
I didn't know where she was. I didn't know if she was safe.
All I knew was that a hurricane was blowing into the North End, and it was aimed directly at the Moretti’s.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. An unknown number. I hesitated a moment, thumb hovering over the red end button, but at the last moment, I hit green.
