Page 15 of The Enforcer

I quickly threw up my middle finger.

“We’ll never get it done,” Willow huffed.

Pops shook his head, lifting his glass. “What my son wants, my son gets. We will have an incredible event. To Havros and his lovely bride, Kara.”

“Maybe you should do that when Kara can join us, Pops,” Dimitrios suggested.

“This is a celebration all around. We just need to get to work. Every one of us will help. Got it?” Our father didn’t mince words.

“Got it,” I answered for all of us.

“Maybe you can bring a date,” Havros suggested.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” I told him.

“Subject to change.”

I wanted to flip my brother off with flair, but I resisted. This was a family affair after all.

Willow sighed. “Amazing. A happy family.”

Happy. I was still reeling from what had occurred, furious that I’d been unable to find the fuckers behind the hit. Even if I knew in my gut the goddamn laborers’ king had been behind it. Killing him was too easy, but would have created an international nightmare we couldn’t risk at this point. But soon. Oh, very soon the man would face my wrath.

“What the fuck happened?” Pops asked gruffly.

“We were lured to a corner bar.” That much I was certain of. “I’m positive Kenneth Baker was behind the attempted assassination. It’s time for him to understand he can’t fuck with us.”

“Be certain of his involvement, son, before you do anything rash. You know what we’ll face if you’re wrong.”

I knew, which was the only reason I’d returned to Greece. Rash? My brothers were more likely to fly off the handle than I was.

“What about the kid you interrogated?” Havros asked.

“Elias was unable to find him.” Both he and Luca had gone in different shifts, attempting to find the informant who’d given Elias the tip and sweet Ricky, who’d not been so sweet after all. Even the bartender had disappeared.

“And the informant?” Dimitrios lifted his eyebrows.

“In the wind. For now. Elias is handling it.”

Havros hissed. “Fucking informants. They turn traitor for a thousand bucks.”

“I have a feeling more cash changed hands for this one.”

Pops sighed. “Christos is correct. Our reputation extends to the States. It is quite possible certain allies of the Laborers’ Union are fearful the club will lead to our family invading their territories. They’re understandably on edge.”

“How the fuck did that happen?” Dimitrios barked.

“Language,” Willow chastised.

My older brother sighed. “What would you have me say, beautiful wife of mine?”

“That you’re going after the motherfucker who dared attack our family.”

Her words were sharp and to the point and everyone in the room laughed at her level of frankness. I lifted my glass, giving her a nod. “Yes, ma’am. I plan on it.”

“After Christos recovers,” Pops stated as if his mandate was law. It didn’t matter how old we were or how accomplished as men we’d become. He would always worry about our safety given our youngest brother’s murder.

It was times like this I was both thankful and irritated at having such a close family.

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