Page 113 of Mob Bride

Who the fuck stole my right to punish them?

I stare at Dillan, but he shrugs. Seamus and Sean frown. None of us know who it was because it wasn’t any of us. I figured they’d returned yesterday, but it must have just happened if it’s news.

“Anyone claiming it?” Director Spenser must have heard her because he asks the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question.

“No. We’re uncertain, but we think it’s the Diazes.”

What the ever-loving fuck does Enrique have to do with this?

“The Cartel? Why?”

Spenser’s demanding, but not in the way one would sound if the news surprised them. It’s more like wanting to know why something got fucked up. What’s his connection to the Colombians?

“We don’t know for sure. Apparently, Bartlomiej Nowakowski had a lot of enemies.”

I doubt the woman realizes the extent of that understatement.

“But we don’t know for certain it was them?”

There’s something different to Spenser’s tone now. Like he wants to check before he claims something entirely different. Like he’s double-checking.

“No, Sir.”

“Arrest all the O’Rourkes in that room for murder.”

“We’ve been here. How could we murder anyone? When did this happen?” Dillan’s the oldest in the family. Even before we knew the roles we’d eventually step into, he was always protective of us. Mostly, he was protective of Colleen, but because all of us were always together, he felt responsible for everyone. Shite is about to rain in heaven.

“Uh—um—ten minutes ago.” The woman doesn’t know where to look, but Dillan’s tone has compelled stronger men to bend to his will.

“Then you have no probable cause since we’ve all been here.”

“Obviously, you planted a bomb.” Phil’s on board with his boss and is ready to run with this.

“I bet that confession’s sounding pretty good right now, Mr. O’Rourke. Admit to this, and there won’t be any need to hold Ms. Pritchard or your relatives.”

“Bring me that notarized agreement. I’m certain you can draw something up and get it up here in a few minutes, Director Spenser. You’d hate to have me forget everything.”

I will burn this motherfucking building to the ground before I help this piece of shite. But I’ll go to prison for life to get Carrie and my family out of this.

“Very well, Mr. O’Rourke. Agent Hammond, bring Agent Pritchard back in. She’s our star witness now. She can explain everyone’s role in this little love triangle she’s found herself in between Bartlomiej Nowakowski and Shane O’Rourke. Who knew she’d bring the mighty to their knees?”

I narrow my eyes. That fucker doesn’t mean that as a metaphor. He’s implying—fuck him.

Dillan nudges me. He holds out his phone.

Cormac

This is Carys. Show Shane your phone.

Dillan

Ok.

There’s a pause, then the next text comes in.

Carrie

Shane will you marry me?

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