Page 34 of Possessive Mafia Vows

I hear Bash suck in a deep breath at the other end of the call. “Chill, man. She’s probably chewing on the end of a paintbrush right now, oblivious to your panic attack.”

“I’m not having a panic attack. You didn’t tell her that I sent you, did you?”

“Hmm…” Bash goes quiet.

I peer out of the passenger window. I’m still nowhere near the gallery.

“Why? She’ll never believe that buying some of her work was your idea now.”

“It was only a bit of fun, Kyle. I didn’t think she’d fall for it.”

I pause, repeating her messages in my head. “She said someone was following her. Did you see anyone hanging around when you left the gallery?”

“Only the bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” My heart rate quickens. “Who was he? Did you recognize him?”

“I wasn’t paying attention. I assumed he was there on your instruction?—”

I hang up.

Sitting forward in the back of the car, I ask Seamus to take a shortcut to the gallery. He’s been driving around New York City his entire life; I don’t pay him to keep me sitting in traffic.

It’s hard to keep still. Someone has posted a bodyguard outside Sienna’s gallery, and it isn’t me.

I call Terry. He answers almost before the phone rings. “Kyle.”

“Have you got a guy following Sienna?”

“No. You didn’t ask me to put someone on it, did you?”

“Shit!”

“Kyle? Do you need me to send someone straight over?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m on my way there now.”

Someone is watching Sienna. But the question is: who?

The first name that springs to mind is Nick Morris. But unless I missed a huge chunk of information regarding his current status online, he doesn’t have access to a personal security team. Maybe the person Sienna saw is a private investigator. So, whatever Nick Morris is hoping to find out about her is something that he doesn’t want to ask her personally.

The traffic seems to be moving more slowly than ever.

I’m almost tempted to get out of the car and walk the rest of the way when Seamus pulls up outside the gallery, and I watch Sienna climb into the back of a taxi with Mr. Morris. The guy is determined not to let her out of his sight.

“Follow that cab,” I say to Seamus.

Am I way off-track with this? Is the guy genuine, and I’m simply allowing my feelings for Sienna to cloud my judgement?

Before the thought fully materializes though, I know that isn’t the case. It’s too convenient that he waited for me to come back from Ireland before he started pursuing her, and now I have the name Caelan Murray waving red flags inside my head as well.

I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the taxi ahead of us, mentally urging Seamus to drive faster.

My phone starts ringing, and a picture of my mom appears on the screen.

Terry told her about our conversation.

I press the green button. “Mom.”

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