Page 9 of Mob Princess

“A fat lot of good that does me if I’m already dead. And he has plenty of ways to get to me without ever touching me. We both know the only reason he headed up Dad’s intel gathering is because he’s the best enforcer.”

“Are you scared of him?”

“Of course.” I’m about to say more, but my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out far enough to see the screen. I force myself not to grin.

“Who is it? Some guy?”

I look up at Ewan. “And if it is?”

“Then I want to know who he is.”

I laugh. I laugh hard. I laugh hard in his face.

“Now you want to be my big brother. You’re worried about who I’m fucking, but you aren’t worried one of your men could squeeze the life out of me with one of his ham hock hands. Your priorities are fucked.”

I don’t wait for him to respond. I walk inside and leave my beer on the counter. I jog up the stairs to my room. I cannot wait to find an apartment and move out. But I’m safer here than on my own. Until I’m certain Ewan can keep his men away from me and that Jimmy can play nicely, I’m better off under Ewan’s roof than my own.

Sean

Did you make it home safely?

He probably thinks I live in Montreal again. I never told him I moved to Boston. The only time I said where I lived was when I pretended to be his girlfriend. I said we lived in East Harlem.

Me

I did. You?

Sean

Yeah. It was nice meeting you. It made a bad day a lot better.

He’s sweet.

Me

It really did. I’m glad I met you too. I never asked which of Dr. Carmody’s classes you took.

Sean

All of them. But I enjoyed open-source intel, and lies and disinformation the most.

The exact things Ewan expects me to use.

Me

Same. People put more info out there than they realize. It’s there if you just look.

Sean

And what people are willing to believe is on them.

Me

True

It is, but I don’t know that I would have said it outright. Is he testing me?

Sean

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