Page 59 of Mob Star

The sex was good, but never good enough to schedule a layover. Cady didn’t point that out, so she believes we’ll hook up before I continue my trip north. She doesn’t need to know I’m here for a sole purpose: ruin her motherfucking family.

“So, what’re we supposed to do? Just ignore an O’Rourke rolled into town to feck our sister?” Riley’s full of questions.

He’s known about Cady and me since the first time we hooked up. Rowan didn’t find out for like four months. He tried to have the shite beaten out of me for it. He wound up two men short after that.

“Yes, but it means we have to get those rugs out of town tonight. We can’t keep them here.”

“And where do you suggest we put them? The ship doesn’t sail into port until tomorrow morning. Keeping them here with extra security is our best bet.”

“We take them to Corey.”

That surprises me.

Apparently, it surprises Riley too because he’s shaking his head hard enough for his hair to move. “Feck no. I don’t trust him, Rowan. He’s nothing but trouble.”

“He owes me.”

“That info about Gallagher isn’t worth shite.”

Riley jerks his head back as his brow furrows, and he frowns. It’s a completely derisive and dismissive expression. He thinks his brother is fucking nuts. Rowan tries to rationalize his stupidity.

“It is to him. He despises his nephew. Corey’ll put the screws to the guy and force him to accept help. We’ll get a cut of the hush money and another way to fuck with Finn.”

No. It better fucking not be…

“You really going after the guy’s daughter?” Fear laces Riley’s question. He’s smarter than Rowan.

“I’m not. That’s all Corey. From what I’ve heard about Finn’s lovesick arse, there’s nothing he won’t do to save her. If he wants to make the threat go away, he cooperates with us.”

Not a fucking chance.

“When’s Corey headed back down there?”

Back? Did that fucker put the brick through Thea’s window?

Rowan shrugs. “Day after tomorrow, probably. Soon enough to get down there before Finn finishes his shite in Montreal.”

“How long’s he here for?”

“Just tonight. He’ll feck Cady a few times, then be on his merry way.”

“But he’s with Corey’s grandniece now.”

“From what I hear, it’s only been two dates. It’s nothing serious.”

“Bullshit, Rowan. The O’Rourkes don’t just date. They fall hard and fast. If he’s gone on two dates, then we should consider them engaged. Look at Dillan. Hell, look at the Mancinellis. They weren’t any different from the Kutsenkos. Those New Yorkers are all in or nothing at all. This shite’s going to blow the fuck up in our faces.”

“Stop pissing vinegar. He won’t know shite until after it happens. Corey knows what he’s doing. He’ll use her to get to her parents. She’ll do anything to protect them, and they’ll do the same for her.”

“I’m telling you, this is the worst idea Corey has ever had. Does he know she’s dating Finn?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Riley throws his hands up in the air as he explodes. “You better motherfucking know soon. He knows Corey. He knows the piece of shite is connected to us. They’re already pissed about the rugs.” He gestures toward the crates.

“Calm down.”

Riley steps in front of Rowan. “And I’ll be telling you to give a shite at your wake on Sunday. We need to get all of this shite out of here. We need to clear out and not come back. We haven’t brought him here, but Dillan knows about this place. He’ll tell Finn, who’ll stop here on the way home from Montreal and blow everything up.”

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