Page 53 of Hostile Bond
“Yeah––I have to claim my Sapori inheritance. We’ll have resources and protection there.”
“Oh––”
I cough into my fist, still suffering from ripples of sickness. When I push to my feet, my head swims, and I grab onto the back of the chair for support. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours and it's taking a cruel toll on my body. Weakness isn’t in the plan.
“Sean mustn’t be here yet or we’d know about it.” I point out. “It’s possible he didn’t think the trip up North was worth his time.”
Mammy tugs at her cardigan, covering her chest like it’s a protective blanket and hugs the money wallet close. “I’m not sure about Sicily, Sinéad.”
“What’s not to like about sunshine and money, Mammy? We’ll have each other.”
“Okay.” She smiles a little. “Let’s clear out before you do something you’ll regret.”
“I wouldn’t regret killing that bastard, Mammy.”
“Maybe not, sweetheart. But you’d regret making a real enemy of the man you’re in love with.”
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SINÉAD
My heart lurches.
Maybe she’s right.
I straighten and pretend I’m feeling better. Mammy is safe, and that’s the main priority. Sean isn’t here. Maybe fate has chosen a righteous path for us. If we disappear, I wouldn't have to go head-to-head with the most dangerous men I’ve ever known. And maybe one day André would find it in his heart to forgive me for leaving him.
“I have a rental parked outside.” I tell her, knowing she can’t drive and I’m using the last of my hemorrhaging energy.
“Are you well enough to drive?” She eyes me.
“I’ll be fine.” Driving in this state would be an endurance test. Nonetheless, we have no other choice.
“Sinéad? Are you in there?” Liam raps the door. I cringe, remembering our last conversation. Or, more precisely, the words André had growled to him. “Bronagh? Someone told me Sinéad came home.”
Mammy shakes her head and moves to the door to let him in. “She’s in here, and you’re the very man to help us.”
Liam narrows his eyes, his gaze assessing my skinny jeans, black hooded top, and the gun next to me on the desk.
“What’s going on? Thought you were married off to a psycho, never to return again?” He folds his arms.
“I’m a cartel wife actually, and as of yesterday, I inherited my late father’s Sicilian empire. I think the appropriate title for that position is mafia queen…” I offer him a friendly smirk. “Or something like that.”
“Wow. Your father is a godfather? Is that why you kept him a secret from me?”
“Hewasmafia.” I correct him. “He had a boating accident near Cuba.”
“Shit… you’re like a proper badass. The motorcycle fetish was sexy, but this...” He returns my smirk with one of his own. “So, if you’re such a big time mafioso, why are you in Ireland and where’s your scary husband? Don’t tell me, he’s right behind me…” Liam glances over his shoulder and looks back at me with a silly grin plastered on his face. “Nope…”
It’s truly a shame Liam’s not my type, because he’s a decent lad. He’s not an unpredictable narco leader, tattooed, or into knots and kink, but he is sweet. So sweet and considerate that when we were together, he made me crave dominance and danger.
Liam is cotton candy at the fun park while André is a shot of intoxicating liquor after a heart-stopping rollercoaster dick ride.
“He’s probably on a flight to Dublin as we speak.” I glance at Mammy.
“And you’re happy about that?” His eyes fall to the loaded Glock.
Exhaustion thins my patience. I don’t have time to waste chatting about my failed relationship. Sean could land on our doorstep any minute.
