Page 21 of Ruthless Vengeance
I stare at his picture, my chest tightening as his green eyes look back at me.
The best-case scenario is that he gets caught and thrown back into prison. Maybe if that happens, I can avoid telling Marco the truth about him altogether…
Chapter Six
MARCO
The thoughtof leaving Clara makes me sick, but I don’t have a choice. Even though Tommaso and Alfonzo are both dead, my work isn’t done just yet. We still have a long way to go before I can be sure Clara and Zoe are safe.
Liam got back to me a few hours after I sent him the footage of Ben, letting me know that he’s found something of interest.
When I pressed him for details, he said he would rather give it to me in person, which means whatever the hell he’s found, it can’t be good.
I know I should probably inform Andre of the potential threat, but we haven’t had a chance to speak to one another since he got back to the house in the early hours of the morning.
We need to have a formal debrief to discuss what we’re going to do about Cillian now that he’s kept up his end of the bargain.
I hate to have this debt hanging over us, so if there’s a way to get him to call it in quickly, I’ll take it.
Not only that, but we need to talk to Marissa. After all, her husband died in order to protect our family, and I will make sure she is taken care of. It’s the least we can do.
But for now, I let my brother spend some time with his wife and child. Those conversations can wait until after I get back from speaking with Liam.
I take a shower, finally washing off the blood and sweat that still clings to my skin. I turn the heat up to max and stay in there until the water runs cold.
I wish I could send someone in my place to talk to Liam, but this is part of the job. At least Andre, Vince, and Jax are here, so I know Clara and Zoe will be well taken care of.
After getting out of the shower, I pull on a fresh shirt and slacks before making the drive into the city. I try my best to ignore the ache in my chest as I leave Clara and Zoe behind, but that’s easier said than done.
Alfonzo and Tommaso might both be dead because of me, but I’m yet to feel any relief. Maybe this is just how I’m always going to feel now that I have so much to lose.
Anyone could pose a threat to my girls, and it’s my job to keep them safe, which is why this matter with this Ben guy needs to be taken care of as soon as possible.
I can’t get the look on Clara’s face as she asked if he was dead out of my mind. There was genuine fear in her eyes, as if she’s terrified he’s going to come after her, and it’s my job to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Liam texted to tell me to meet him at some shady bar in the Lower East Side. It’s just far enough off the beaten path that most people forget it’s there, which only adds to my concern.
What the hell did he find on this guy?
After parking my car on the street, I head inside the bar, grimacing as the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap whisky hits my nose. Considering the fact it’s mid-morning on a weekday, the place is still half full and from the looks of it, some of the guys sitting at the bar look like they’re left over from last night.
I scan the room and spot Liam in a back corner booth.
He’s dressed the same as always, wearing a leather jacket and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. A half-drunk cup of coffee sits in front of him as well as a whisky, though I know the latter is for me. Liam doesn’t drink on jobs, the paranoid bastard, but that’s what makes him so good.
I cross the room and slide into the seat across from him without a word.
He doesn’t greet me either. Instead, he reaches under the table and slides a thick manila folder across the table toward me. “It’s all there. Everything I could dig up on your guy.”
His eyes flick around the room as if he expects someone to be eavesdropping, though I doubt anyone in here cares about anything except their next drink.
I don’t open the folder right away. Instead, I wrap my fingers around the glass of whisky and take a slow sip. I have a feeling I’m going to need some alcohol in my system before I see what the hell’s inside this folder.
Liam takes a sip of his coffee too. "The guy’s been busy.”
I pick up the heavy folder. “Clearly. I appreciate this, Liam.”
“Anything else I can do for you?”
