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Laughing, I held her to me.

And I was never fucking letting her go.

Epilogue

Theo

Almost one month later

My steps echoed off the concrete walls in the dark hallway. I was, once again, being dragged away from a drunk and handsy Dahlia.

This made me very unhappy.

I unleashed that anger, yet I smiled, looking forward to what was going to come.

Whistling, I undid a series of locks. I entered a small room before punching in a passcode that opened another door.

Cuffed and fully restrained, a man sat in the middle of the room. His eyes went wide when he saw me.

Gabe and Luc were at a table off to the side.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” I said to Gabe.

“Just planning how much bleach and cleaner I’ll need.” He looked around and grimaced. “I don’t think there’s enough in the world.”

It smelled like shit.

Literally.

“Still not talking?” I asked.

Luc smiled. “Nope, but his fingerprints did. I called in that favor Davis owed for the… missing dealer.”

“And?”

“Ian Calder is a new minion for the Irish.”

“Really?” With things calmed down, we’d nixed the meet with Donnelly to give us enough time to get the information we needed. Maybe that was a misstep.

“Low-low-lowlevel,” Luc added.

“Does your boss know you’re here?” I asked the man.

He was bloodied and bruised, but most of it was old. The beatings had stopped after a couple weeks. Neglect and psychological torture, however, hadn’t.

The man didn’t respond.

“What’s happened so far is nothing compared to what will. Does he know you’re here?”

It was small, but he shook his head.

“There problems within Donnelly?”

He nodded.

“This gonna blow back on Amato again?”

His eyes were dead. There was no pleasure or vengeance left in them. He looked like a shell sitting there as he nodded his head.