Page 32 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
Harry’s way more interesting than generic flowers. More greens, musk, a bitter edge with teeth that hides a softer facade.
I also grab her USB cable. She wouldn’t leave for good without it.
Harry hasn’t gone far.
But that doesn’t stop me from grabbing things I think she might want. Creams for her face, some makeup in a bag, and at the last minute, I snag a bottle of bubble bath, styled like Venus rising on the half shell.
Then I head into her bedroom.
This is her space, a glimpse of her.
When I broke in earlier, I just came in here quickly to get the space set in my head, to look for nasty surprises and kill them dead.
But now… I can see her.
The quilt’s tangled and the pillows are a mess. There’s a bottle of water on the bedside table, two books, and a charging Kindle.
I grab it all and head for her closet.
“Jesus fuck, Harry.” Does she shop at the Salvation Army?
I pick out some dresses that look somewhat decent, then I grab some shoes and underwear from an open drawer.
I don’t bother searching for passports or licenses. She’ll probably have those on her. I can’t decide if she has a bag, ready to go, or if she’s planning on coming back.
I call Liam, our newest driver, to pick us up.
“Come on,” I say to Dec. “We need to go.” I take a step toward the door, turn back to the coffee table in the living room, and point. “Take the flowers. We’re going to a wedding.”
He salutes me with the bouquet, and like the oddest little gang, we march downstairs to wait for the car. It doesn’t take long for him to pull up to the curb and we cut through the traffic easily.
Once we’re home, I place some speed orders online, send Liam with a couple of Harry’s things to have sized and then delivered to the church. Then I throw on the tux I wore for Cal’s wedding, make calls to place the other orders I need, and lock the fucking rifle up.
It takes half an hour for the packages to arrive, and the moment they do, I go to the living room, grab the flowers, and wave at my brothers and Lucie. “See you at the church.”
“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Seamus asks, tuggingat his tie.
I give him the once-over. “Use a shoulder holster under that jacket. I can see your gun.”
Lucie gasps. “You’re all bringing weapons? To church?”
“Have you learned nothing, Joy?” Cal growls as he catches her in his arms, making her red-gold hair fly out along with her full red skirt.
She rises up on her toes and kisses him, which turns into a full-on tongue tangle, so much so that I catch a glimpse of Cal’s tongue ring. Dec snickers and Seamus groans.
Neither Callahan nor Lucie pay attention, and when they finally come up for air, my deadly brother’s smiling like a besotted idiot.
“Only if you’re good,” she says to him.
I roll my eyes. “I’m heading out now.”
And I leave before Cal can start asking any questions I don’t want to answer, which is pretty much anything he can think to ask.
Questions like where’s the bride? I’m not an idiot. While I suspect she’s got nobody but her uncle and her priest to turn to, years of watching over her gave me a good idea of her life, and I’ve got people ready to tear the city apart with one click of my phone.
I don’t think I’ll have to do that, though.
She ran, but she won’t go far. The near misses today scared her and she’ll take them seriously. Harry knows what’s best for her, even if she hates to admit it.
