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“None of us know,” I say. “But Patty and I went to that place in Brooklyn to investigate while I was in New York and ask one of the top guys some questions.”

“And? How’d that go?” Roman asks.

“Not great. He was already dead.” An image of Red Death flashes before my eyes and my cock thickens. Fuck, where the hell did that come from? A tiny twinge of guilt takes hold because I had my tongue down Anya’s throat and my dick pressed against her only a few minutes ago.

Besides, the assassin blew me off before I could get anything else from her.

She’s gone.

Over.

Vanished into thin air.

I’m envious. I used to be so damn good at that, too, pulling the whole disappearing act thing after a hit.

Christ, I need my life back!

“You think Conor did it?”

I sigh. “I think there’s a lot we need to find out. And Patty’s been tailing him, but no luck. He hasn’t seen anything suspicious. Then the travel plans came out and the puzzle pieces are falling together. It all points to some fallout with the Volkov Bratva. I’d stake my life on it. He’s coming to us for salvation because if they catch him first, they’ll incinerate his ass.”

“Okay, so what do you need from me? You want me to go to Hell’s Kitchen and dislocate every limb on his body and put him in traction so he can’t fuck around with the outside world for the near future?” Roman asks. “Done and done.”

“No, just keep an eye on him, Romo. Ask around, go in the back door.”

He flashes a wicked grin. “Fuck yeah, bro. That’s my plan. Right after we get off the phone.”

I roll my eyes. “Just use your network and figure out what the hell the Russians have on him. And how much money he owes them since it’s gonna become our debt to pay.”

“The hell it will!” Matteo says. “I’d rather let them pull the skin from his bones before I give them a goddamn penny!”

“If it’s gonna keep Heaven and Aisling safe, you’ll pay,” I say with a pointed look.

He lets out a sigh and collapses back against the chair. “I know. But I might have his dick cut off anyway. Just because of everything he’s done to screw us over. You know he’s angry that I shut down every deal he’s managed to make since nobody is gonna pick Conor over me as a business associate.”

“Yeah, that’s gotta be pissing him off big time. No wonder he went to find the Russians in Brooklyn. Except now he’s screwed them over too.”

“Romo, we need to keep his black cloud away from us. Make it happen, yeah?” Matteo snaps.

“You’ve got it.” He looks down at himself. “Can I go now? I’d really like to fuck my fiancée.”

Matteo doesn’t reply. He just hits the End button and shakes his head at me. “The future of the family, huh?” he grumbles.

“Hey, be thankful it’s only whipped cream. Things could be worse. At least we don’t have a Conor.”

“Yeah, thank fuck for that,” Matteo mutters. “There’s no way I’m letting him anywhere near Heaven and the baby, by the way. You make sure that you have a target on him at all times and you pull the trigger if he so much as picks his nose and it looks suspicious.” He shakes his head. “I don’t trust him for shit, and if he’s coming here for money, that’s all he’s getting. I will put a knife in his eye if he makes one false move.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right behind you to twist it when you do.”

CHAPTER13

ANYA

“Have an amazing time!” I say with false cheeriness, waving at Heaven and Matteo as they leave the apartment for their first night out in what seems to be a long time. I pick up Aisling’s hand and shake it at her parents, and Heaven comes back for one more big kiss before Matteo drags her out the door. “Anya, you have all of the phone numbers, and Dante will be back soon with dinner, okay? We’ll be back around one.”

I nod. “Not a problem! She will be absolutely fine, no worries at all!”

“Have a good night,” Matteo says curtly. My eyebrows furrow as the door closes, and I make a funny face at Aisling. “Daddy doesn’t seem to like me very much,” I croon. “What do you think, baby girl? Do you like me?”

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