Page 86 of Possessive Mafia Vows

Caleb’s eyes narrow. “You know who it is?”

“I can guess.”

“I’m assuming that she’s married.” Terry’s voice is steady.

His brain is already working behind the scenes, figuring out his best options for destroying whatever evidence the Bogrovs have planted with Cash’s name on.

“To a sick bastard who would liquidize Cash’s balls and feed them to him through a straw if he ever found out.”

I swallow the rest of my drink and fill a tall tumbler with water from the jug on the coffee table. “We can’t let it get that far. Terry, can we apply pressure to the Bogrovs? Find out their connection to Nick Morris?”

He must have a role to play in this. The proposal. Cash’s arrest on the night I’m due to leave the country with Sienna. It’s like one of those jigsaw puzzles where you have no picture to follow; we’re aimlessly jiggling the pieces around to make them fit, and his name keeps cropping up bang in the center of the picture.

“And any update on Sienna’s father?” I ask.

“He’s a slippery bastard.” Terry scratches the back of his neck. “Has more connections than we gave him credit for. Either thator the Bogrovs have already buried his feet in cement and tossed him into the Hudson.”

“We can’t rule him out.” I still can’t figure out why Sienna let him back into her life, but it isn’t important right now. “Robert Hooch and Nick Morris. We need to find out their connection. There’s a reason why he was here at the Wraith while the gallery was being trashed. But where was Nick Morris?”

“I’m heading over to the Titan. I’ll sort Cash’s alibi.” Bash already appears lost without his twin in the room.

The Titan’s staff were handpicked by Cash; loyalty is the driver in this world. Bash will choose someone he can trust and make them an offer they won’t be able to refuse, but we still need Don Dragonetti to shovel some dirt the Bogrovs’ way. Attack the charges from all angles.

Terry’s phone rings. He doesn’t check the Caller ID but raises the handset to his ear without speaking. His eyes instinctively slide my way.

My heart thumps sickeningly. He doesn’t need to say a word for me to know that this is bad news and that it involves Sienna.

“I’ll be right there.” He ends the call.

“Is it Sienna?” My breaths are already growing too shallow to pump sufficient oxygen to my lungs. “What’s happened?”

I haven’t heard from her. I was informed when the private jet departed and assumed that she was on it.

Fuck!

I should’ve cancelled the flight. Kept her safe in my apartment until this situation with Cash was resolved and I could travelwith her. She didn’t want to travel alone. She told Victoria that she’d never been anywhere alone, and I dismissed it. I’m part of a fucking mafia family—we quickly learn to trust our gut instincts, and yet I didn’t trust Sienna’s.

“Seamus’s body has been discovered at the airport,” Terry says.

“What about Sienna?” My legs wobble as I stand up, and I raise my inhaler to my mouth.

All eyes are on me.

“She’s en route to Ireland as planned.”

“But Seamus isn’t with her.”

My chest is tight. The whiskey and lack of oxygen is making me feel lightheaded, but I can think clearly enough to understand that Seamus was killed because someone wanted him out of the way. They wanted him out of the way so that they could get to Sienna.

“Find out if anyone else boarded the aircraft.” My voice sounds dull even to my own ears. “See if we can get it turned around.”

“How was Seamus killed?” Caleb asks.

“Slit throat.”

Terry and Seamus had known each other all their lives; this murder will hit Terry hard, but his expression remains neutral. There’s a job to be done. Revenge first, grief later.

“I’ll lead a team across to the airport,” Terry continues. “I’ll pull whatever fucking strings I need to pull to get that aircraft back to New York City.”

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