Page 59 of Stolen Mafia Vows
A fragile wail reaches us from the bedroom, and she instinctively turns towards it. I’m running out of time. If she goes to the baby, I have no doubt that my dad will drag me outside and into the back of his waiting vehicle, and no one will try to stop him.
“Sienna please…”
Her gaze drifts between the three of us and settles on my dad’s fist wrapped around my arm. “When Kyle came back into my life, I told him that I didn’t want to be a part of this world. But love is a powerful emotion, it can’t be turned on and off again like a light, and now, our baby son is in the next room.”
I have no idea where she is going with this, and neither, it seems, do my dad and Kyle.
“Having Skye has made me realize that the best thing I can do for him is to make sure that he grows up understanding his family legacy.”
“Sienna,” my dad growls, the lines around his mouth deepening. “Leave it right there.”
She has obviously struck a nerve, so I prompt her, “No, please continue, Sienna.”
She swallows hard. “Emily, your family is Irish mafia.”
“Sienna, no…” Kyle’s voice gets swallowed by the cloying atmosphere in the room.
“The Murrays go back generations,” she continues. “Did you never wonder about the casinos and the resorts and the connections?”
Now that she has pointed it out, it’s so fucking glaringly obvious, so why didn’t I figure it out for myself?
“Sienna, you had no fucking right to do this.” My dad’s voice is low, dangerously so. He addresses me in the same tone. “Emily, I made your brothers promise not to tell you. For your own safety. I did what I thought was right. I was trying to protect you.”
This whole conversation buzzes around inside my head. No wonder he called me gullible. My family is an organized crime mob, and I never had a clue. My dad is the fucking Godfather for Christ’s sake.
“Let me go.” The venom in my voice surprises me as much as it surprises my dad.
His grip tightens. “Sienna, this isn’t forgotten.”
“Emily deserves to know. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go settle my baby.” She spins around and leaves me alone in the room with them. The bedroom door closes softly behind her.
Kyle breaks the silence. “If Terry lets you go, will you promise not to run?”
I nod. I don’t trust myself to speak right now. They accused me of not knowing my own mind when they’ve been lying to me my entire life.
Dad releases my arm, and I rub it trying to remove the imprint of his fingersfrom my skin.
“Sienna only did what she thought was right,” Kyle continues. “None of this is her fault.”
“She knew what was going on.” Dad’s voice sends more chills down my spine. “She lied to us. She told us Emily was here while that fucking gangster got his claws into her.”
“That’s my wife you’re talking about.” Kyle squares his shoulders. He’s the same height as my dad, but I sense that my dad would have the edge in a fist fight.
“And Emily is my daughter.”
Then the word ‘gangster’ burrows into my psyche like a mole digging underground.
“Why did you call Eoghan a gangster?”
They both turn and stare at me.
Dad speaks first. “The Murrays and the Byrnes have been rivals for generations.”
My dad’s comment at the airport comes rushing back to me.Son of Declan Byrne.
“They reached a truce after Caelan Murray hurt your mom. It was agreed that the Murrays ran New York, while the Byrnes kept Ireland. But now?—”
“The Byrnes kept Ireland,” I mutter. “What does that even mean?”
