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“How long will they be your excuse?” His eyebrows raise in challenge.
I sit up straight and force back my anger. Anyone else and I wouldn’t put up with that kind of talk, but this is Niall. We grew up together, learned how to fight on the same streets, bled and burned and bruised together. He’s the only damn person in this entire family I trust with my life.
“Marco Vitale tried to put together his little alliance against the Biancos, but he fucked it all up. Adam Jankowski died following through on that vision. Now, Marco’s married to a Bianco daughter, and the Jankowski Gang is in shambles. Do you really think now is the best time to pick our heads up above water?”
Niall seems thoughtful. His expression darkens. “Some of the cousins have been talking.”
My eyebrows raise. “The cousins are always fucking talking. That’s all they ever do.”
“I’m serious, Ronan. They’re saying you’re not like your father. They think maybe we should rethink leadership a bit.”
That’s not good. There’s always grumbling from the cousins—half of them think they should be in charge and the other half just want more money—but it rarely rises to the level of actual dissent.
“Give me names.”
He waves a hand. “It’s all just bullshit right now, but you know how fast it can change. Once they’re saying it out loud, even if they don’t really mean it yet, one day they could.”
“Names, Niall.”
“Nah, cousin, I don’t want you starting some fucking purge. Just trust me for now. They’re saying you’ve gone soft because of the Marco thing, yeah? Your friend stabs you in the back, and what do we do? Absolutely nothing. And don’t give me that look, that’s what they’re saying.”
I lean back in my chair fighting back my rage. I can’t blame him for telling me what he heard, but it still pisses me off. Under my leadership, the Hayes Group’s doubled its profits and increased our import business. We’ve taken out a dozen little gangs and stolen their turf, and we’ve increased our numbers by half.
We’re stronger than we’ve ever been, and it’s still not enough for these clowns.
It all comes back to the Biancos. The whales swimming through these streets. This is their ocean, and we all know it.
Valentina hates them. The Biancos killed her father. Maybe she’d have something to say about this.
But I don’t want to think about Valentina.
I don’t want to think about her pouty lips, her throaty voice, her thick hair, her smile, her laugh. Hell, even her pissed-off stare. I don’t want any of it. That girl hates me, and it doesn’t matter if she’s clearly at rock bottom right now. I tried to help and she ignored it.
So I don’t want to think about Valentina right now.
“Since you’re so clever right now, what do you recommend I do?”
Niall gets up and carries his phone over to me. “You can start with this.” He turns the device around and shows me grainy security footage. “Watch and don’t make comments.”
That’s hard for me, but I do it. The video shows our warehouse, a big industrial space filled with boxes. It’s clearly very early in the morning, and three men walk into the frame. I recognize two of them: Donal and Ewan, a couple of twin assholes, minor cousins. They pause next to a pallet, rip open some of the containers very carefully, and slip out several long field hockey sticks. They take pains to close it back up again before leaving.
I take his phone, watch it two more times, before tossing it back. I sigh and rub my forehead. “That’s not good.”
“It’s a respect thing. I hate it, but it’s true, you know? They think they can get away with it, so they’re barely even trying to fucking hide. Disgusting, if you ask me.”
“Pick out five trustworthy cousins and make sure everyone understands what happens when you steal from the family. There’s no coming back for the twins. I want their throats cut and their bodies left somewhere public. Send a message.”
Niall nods as he puts away his phone. “Yeah, all right, that solves them, but what about the bigger picture?”
“You made your point.” I stare at him, not smiling now. “I’ll handle the cousins.”
Niall finishes his drink and leaves not long after that. I tell him to keep my door closed for a few minutes while I get my shit together. I pace across the room, frustration welling up in my chest. Donal and Ewan stealing from my shipment is bad, andNiall’s right, it wouldn’t have happened a year ago, let alone when my father was in charge. That, plus all the mutterings, leaves a bad feeling in my chest.
There are factions in the Hayes Group, always have been, and I don’t control them all. They listen to me, because I’m my father’s son and I’ve done a good job at making everyone stronger, but I’m not infallible.
It’s a matter of respect and legitimacy. It’s a matter of growth, endless and limitless growth.
I think about Valentina again. About the look on her face when I turned her down. She was devastated but didn’t want to admit it, and I hated to do it. But now I wonder if I was too hasty in sending her away, if maybe we can help each other out more than I thought at first.
