Page 93 of Mob Bride

“I’ll bear that in mind. Good day.”

She heads out and closes the door behind her. I turn around and sigh. My house is a disaster. Everything’s pulled apart. They pulled the cushions off the sofa and yanked the stuffing out of them. There’s fireplace soot on the living room floor.

I want to run straight to Carrie, but I can’t. There’s too strong a possibility they might come back and pretend like they thought of something at the last minute, when they’re trying to catch us with anything we might have hidden. Instead, Cormac and I put my living room back to rights.

“At least they were polite and unzipped the cushions rather than cutting through them.” I hold the cover while Cormac shoves the stuffing back in.

“That’s what I expected. We’ll see whether they did that to the mattresses upstairs.”

“Do you think they really believe I hide anything under them? That’s a bit cliché, even for us.”

“Who knows what they’d think if they had the chutzpah to come and search your place?”

“You know Judge Hartman loves to dole out search warrants for our families with only the shakiest of reasons.”

One of these days—maybe—he’ll get lucky. But so far, every warrant he’s signed for the Four Families has come up with nothing. He’s been on the bench longer than Cormac and I have been alive.

“True.”

Judge Herman Hartman has a hard-on for busting the Four Families. But the limp dick needs the little blue pill to keep it up. He wants to make his career by tearing us apart. He merely looks foolish every time he tries.

“I’m going to call Sean and see what else he may have discovered. Then I’m going to take Carrie over there since Nikki’s out of town.”

My sister-in-law is Canadian, and she went back to Montreal to visit her mother and grandparents. Her grandfather, who heads up the Montreal mob, broke his leg in a fight two weeks ago. I will give the old codger credit. He’s still pretty scrappy, but those bones are more brittle than they used to be. Since Cormac and I are the only ones who aren’t married, and the feds saw Cormac here, Sean’s the right person to go to since his wife won’t be there. I won’t bring this shite to anyone’s door when their wives might be home. I certainly won’t do it to my other brother since his wife’s pregnant.

Cormac gives me his phone since Carrie has mine, but before I can pull up my twin’s contact, I see his name flash on the screen with an incoming call.

“Hey.”

“Hey, were you just about to call me?” That twin thing; he just knew.

“Yeah.”

“I figured but didn’t think you’d use your own phone. How’d it go? I sent Cor as soon as I found out.”

“As to be expected. My place’s a mess, but they found nothing.”

“Good. You should bring Carys to my place.”

“I just told Cor that’s what I’m going to do, but I’m going to wait a bit to make sure they don’t barge in again with some excuse.”

“Good idea. Have you gotten Carys out of the panic room yet?”

“No, for the same reason I’m not ready for us to leave here.”

“Good, because I want to let you know something happened, and you can decide how to tell her.”

“What the feck happened?”

“NYPD tried to arrest Meredith and Rhys for harboring Carys.”

“Harboring? They make it sound like she’s a convicted felon or something.”

“I know. Her parents came over here after they called Dillan.”

“All right. What condition are they in?”

“They’re fine. Shaken up, but nothing worse than that. They didn’t arrest them or anything, but NYPD definitely tried to intimidate them.”

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