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“If I have to come to Boston again, you’re a dead man.”
The crazy fuck must be unhinged because rather than getting it through his thick skull, he actually sneers. “You wouldn’t dare. I’m Keoghan Kelly’s fuckin’ cousin. I’m too well connected.”
Flipping my knife so the business end is at his throat, I let my voice drop into a deadly calm. “Try me,” I warn.
Finally, the gravity of his situation seems to register. I might be just crazy enough to do it. After all, I killed one of the Kellys’ prized warriors. A man worth his weight in gold to the Irish mafia boss.
“Okay, okay. I’ll let Mel go if you let me live,” he says, tripping over his words now.
“Good. Now call off the hit,” I command.
“Right now?”
“Right fucking now,” I snarl, inching my blade closer until he can feel it.
I watch his movements closely as Vinny digs into his pocket and unlocks his phone. Scrolling down a list of numbers, he hits call. “It’s off. Don’t send any more men to New York,” he says while I listen.
The muffled confirmation that issues across the line sounds like Harper.
“Good,” I say as soon as he hangs up.
And I shove him to the floor.
“Let’s go,” I command Lev, and we stalk out, leaving a room of destruction behind us.
Now, to face the consequences of my actions.
As Lev slides behind the wheel, I call Denka.
“Da,” he answers on the second ring.
“It’s done. Bring Mel home.”
19
MEL
It’s nearly midnight, and I pace the living room of Gleb’s condo, my anxiety putting such tight knots in my stomach, I could almost vomit. Denka watches me silently. He gave up trying to calm me down hours ago.
Gabby’s asleep in bed, exhausted from yet another day of traumatizing events. And I can’t help wondering if she’ll ever have a normal life after the things she’s been through.
But what has me wound up like a top is Gleb. I’ve spent the entire day worrying he wouldn’t come home. The reckless idiot only took one man with him, and while Lev is loyal and an impressive specimen, I’ve seen what the Kelly men are capable of. They’ve overpowered Gleb before. What’s to stop them from doing it again?
“What’s taking them so long?” I demand, glancing toward the door.
“It’s a long drive, baryshnya,” Denka reminds me for what must be the hundredth time.
How can he sound so patient?
My eyes flick toward the faint red stain that lingers on Gleb’s floor—or maybe it’s just my imagination after seeing Miko’s blood seeping out of his throat. They did an impressive job of cleaning it up, though it took several hours.
I’m so glad Gabby didn’t have to see that. But more than anything, I’m grateful that wasn’t Gleb’s blood leaving his body. Because it so easily could have been.
And it’s like he doesn’t even know it.
My heart flutters uncomfortably in my chest at the notion that they could have been followed from Boston—that they could have been driven off the road like we were before.
Or what if Vinny got him before they even made it out of town?
