Page 59 of Assassin

From the front passenger seat, Heath protested.

“No one is touching my sister. Hell! I don’t even want her husband touching her.”

Wisely, Rogue said NOTHING.

Why?

Heath was batshit insane.

Then again, if the man really didn’t like him, he’d already be dead. So, now, he at least had a fighting chance.

“That’s why we have to use the intel my son got us from the equipment and books we got from Fang Yan,” Greyson admitted. “He wanted to make his father’s mafia the best thing in the world. There’s no doubt he’s been in this city. He’s scummy like that.”

Great.

More mob trying to encroach on Mikey O’s turf. That wasn’t happening.

Bet.

On.

It.

“We have a list of the locations, so that’s good,” Greyson admitted. “We have the advantage.”

For once, that might just be true.

For once, they might just be able to take care of business easily, so they could all move on with their lives. The cities they protected needed them focused and back to helping the people there.

This had been a long, drawn-out battle.

It was time for it to end.

“We’ll have to hit the first business in the daylight,” Maura said. “That’s not going to be easy. We move better under cover of night. Marines don’t like daylight missions.”

Oh, they were all aware.

Only, what could they do?

“I can go in,” Greyson admitted.

Yeah, only, Dimitri wasn’t having that.

“Nah, you can stay with the others,” Dimitri said. “You’re too recognizable. I’m pushing it with this face, but I have a better chance of not being recognized than you do.”

Before Greyson could complain, Jagger jumped into the kiddie pool of crazy.

“My wife isn’t going either,” Jagger added.

That had one response.

Maura laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Then, she explained.

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