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No Recruitment of Minors:
There will be no involving minors in any criminal activities. As Quinns, we stand against the exploitation of young people, aiming to preserve their potential for a better future outside of organized crime.
Support Community Initiatives:
A portion of the family’s profits must be funneled into local projects and charities. This law ensures that the family contributes positively to the community, helping improve public facilities, funding local sports teams, or supporting arts and education.
Fair Treatment of All Under Quinn Control:
Anyone who works for or with the Quinn family, regardless of their role or level, gender or circumstance, will be treated fairly and with respect. This includes fair pay, reasonable working conditions, and protection from abuse.
I finish reading and brush my fingers over the glass. “Your father came up with these?”
Tag finishes chewing and swallows. “We helped a little. My brothers and I were young when he was shaping our world, but we had input.”
Finn snorts. “I think Bryan is still mad that his ‘Quinns always get the hottest girls and the coolest cars’ didn’t make the final list.”
Tag laughs. “Aye, Sean had a couple ideas that got tossed as well.”
I set the frame on the table and return my attention to my breakfast. “Still. I think it’s amazing that he built up your family using a code of ethics that keeps the city’s citizens in mind. I’ve never heard of anything like it in Chicago.”
Tag uses his fingers to pull his biscuit apart. “I’m glad you approve. Now, eat up. While I go to the funerals and pay our respect, Finn has agreed to help you get set up with a new computer and phone. We’ve kept him waiting long enough for one morning, don’t you think?”
What? Was Finn down here waiting for us the whole time Tag and I were getting naked upstairs?
My cheeks burn hot, and I adjust the silk scarf at my neck to hide the rising tide of embarrassment on my skin. “Uh…yes, of course. Sorry we kept you waiting.”
Finn meets my gaze and bursts out laughing. “Oh, Laine, you’re way too cute. Too cute for Tag, anyway.”
Tag chuckles. “Don’t get any ideas, brother. I’ve laid my claim. Miss O’Neill is mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Tag
Islide into the back of the SUV, the leather cool against my skin. Aiden starts the engine, and we pull away from the estate, heading towards a day filled with grim tasks. “How do things look today?”
“We’ve got men on the churches and staking out the cemeteries. If the McGuires are low enough to try to disrupt the services, we’ll be ready.”
“I can’t imagine operating with such a lack of respect for others that attacking during a funeral would even come into play.”
“And that’s why you’re a Quinn and not a McGuire.”
“Aye, I suppose that’s true.”
The weight of responsibility settles over me as we drive towards the city—three lives lost to overdoses, casualties in a war they never asked to be a part of.
While I won’t be held accountable for their poor decision to buy street drugs from a dealer they were obviously not familiar with, I try to safeguard against things like this happening.
