Page 28 of Mafia Scars

“It could be any of those things. Whoever hired these guys issued out a million in payment. Victor’s taking the lead from what I saw. Demarco set up the distraction for the sudden influx of drugs on the street to flush you out, so they could figure out who you are. I’m leaning towards the idea that there’s something your father has that they want, over money. They’ve gone through a lot of trouble so far, doll.”

I shook my head. “Who is it, Luc? Who do you think this person is?”

“Only your father can tell us that.”

I released a slow breath, not liking that answer.

All roads, all thoughts, everything led back to Chicago.

Chapter 6

Luc

* * *

I didn’t want to leave her, but it was best that I did.

If I had my way, we would have been on the first flight to Chicago. To me, waiting until Friday was too long, but I understood that Amelia wanted to wrap things up properly here.

I guess I could use the two days to do some further searches for Victor and see what else I could get sorted out here.

I already knew that the chances of finding him were slim. Didn’t stop me from trying though.

I just wished I could shake that bad feeling I had that things were about to move along in a way I didn’t want.

It was the quiet before the storm, where the atmosphere was tense and heavy. Pregnant with possibility.

I didn’t like it.

At least I had my goddess one more time before I left and had to pull myself away from her.

That pissed me off, but as I went downstairs to leave, I saw something –or rather someone – who would brighten my day a fuck of lot more.

It was nearly seven, and Sinclaire was here with his presumptuous self, ready to sniff like the fucking dog he was. I’d passed by the sitting room on my way out when my eye caught him through the long glass window. Him strutting up the path, looking smug, like he was coming to see his girl.

Asshole. He had some nerve.

I heard Amelia had practically fled from him. I didn’t believe in pursuing women who I knew would never return the same feelings for me.

Amelia was the only woman I’d ever had to work hard to get, and I still didn’t really have her.

Sinclaire, on the other hand, could see outright that she wasn’t interested in him, yet he kept forcing the issue, spoiling whatever friendship they might have.

A friendship I didn’t care for.

I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face whenIopened the door.

There he was. I swung the door open before his hand could reach the bell, and the look on his face was classic.

I didn’t need to gloat or make myself look like the bigger man for anything. I knew I was. This little prick, however, brought out this side of me that I couldn’t control.

It was fine while he was laid up in hospital trying to recover from his gunshot wound, but out and about, nah. And not when I realized the extent of his feelings for my girl.

“What are you doing here?” He had the audacity to ask.

“Really? You want me to answer that?” I widened my eyes and loomed over him.

We were both over six feet tall and made of muscle. But I had at least three inches on him. I knew if it came to it, he could give me a good fight, but he wouldn’t win. Not only had this fool managed to piss me off, but I was jealous of his relationship with Amelia.