Page 49 of Wrapped in Silver

“Finally,” I say. “Thought Dicey owned the rights to your fucking phone at this point.”

“Hah. Been busy.”

John Scar was always one for words…

“Yeah well. I need a favor.”

“Mm.”

“Two write-ups on a William Stanfer and Ferraro Julius, two lieutenants in Jersey PD. Fast tracked.”

I hear grumbling on the other end.

“Arosso. Careful with what you’re doing, hm? Don’s worried you’re slipping into your old ways.”

“My old ways kept this family alive by the skin of their teeth,” I remind him.

“True.”John’s probably nodding on the other end.

“But?” I say.

“Nah. No but. I’ll get you what you need. I’ll send someone. Which house?”

“Send it to stage four.”

“Two hours.”

Click.

Honestly, I’m mad at myself for doubting her. The poor girl is in trouble,again. If the cops closest to Patrick are in the bratva’s pockets, that means she’s in fucking danger.

I’m not going to lose her like I lost my—

I’mnot.

Chapter 14

Quinn

Tears dried on my face—I can feel the salty streaks pulling at my skin when I frown. I passed out from exhaustion and woke up a day later in a house that’s renovated with fresh coats of paint, heated floors, and a modern style fireplace in the living room.

Mara—Ferraro’s wife—is making me tea against my wishes in the kitchen. She always struck me as a yes-woman, and something about her rubbed me the wrong way, but I let it go for Ferraro in the past. Now, though? Fat chance.

The piece of shit rookie stands at the front door, blocking it, with his hands on his hips. He sways back and forth nervously, because he knows what he did isfucking wrong.

Dragging me here against my will… I’m glad I got a good few knees to his nuts on the way. His face has a cat-like scratch on it too. Can’t wait for the few bruises to swell up on his ribs, not that I’ll ever see those.

Fuck him.

Fuck Ferraro.

I’d charge the rookie again, but my arm is dead from being manhandled. I have to sit put for a while until the numbness subsides. Gather my thoughts.

The way Ferraro acted was so spastic and out of nowhere. I’ve been “gallivanting” since my father was taken. Why now?

And why soaggressive?

“Hunnie, please, sit down. Relax,” Mara says from the kitchen as the tea kettle begins to whistle. “We’ve all been worried sick about your father, and you know Ferry is going tofind him. He’s been doing round the clock shifts. Sorry if he was a little hard on yo—”

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