Chapter33
Harrison
Once we landed in New York, we decided to stick together. Kelly wanted us at his place with Keely. He said he ran Hell’s Kitchen, and he wouldn’t be moved from his spot. We were an extension of his family, and he wanted us all together. At a time like this, it was better to have people worth trusting around.
The next day, Kelly had a meeting with an Irish family from Boston. Lachlan, Declan, and I were in attendance for it. Owen stayed with my wife and my sister at a safe house. Kelly gave the Irish family information about the Craigs that he thought they might want to know about. The Craigs had had one of their family members killed, a guy named Rod. The meeting ended on a high note, with Kelly shaking their hands and gaining a new ally in Boston against the Craigs.
He said it might keep them busy for a while until he could deal with the firestorm that seemed to be getting closer and closer to his door.
My phone pinged while I was still in Kelly’s office. An alert. Someone was at the house on Staten Island. Three giants stepped out of the car and went for the door. They started banging.
I thought for a minute and then looked up at Kelly, who sat behind his desk. “You have a man on Staten Island? Someone close to my house?”
He shrugged. “Martin. He goes there to visit his woman when her husband goes out of town.”
“Send him there for me,” I said.
All of the men in the room stared at me, but my brother-in-law did as I asked. I explained what I wanted Martin to do, and Kelly relayed it with a grin on his face. A few minutes later, we watched on my phone as Martin and another guy arrived just as the three giants were getting back in their SUV.
Somewhere inside, that motherfucker sat, breathing. He didn’t deserve the air.
Martin stepped out and held his hands up, as if to say, “What the fuck you doin’ at my place?”
The head of the giants fixed his suit, stomping toward him. When they were face to face, the giant said something. Martin said something back, gesturing to the house again. Like,I’m renting this place, what do you need?
The giant responded, and I could read his lips. “Georgina Dolce.”
Martin’s eyes went up, like he was thinking. He was a mighty fine actor. Then he met the giant’s eyes and nodded. He rattled off some words.
I knew what he was saying, because I told him what to say: “She’s in Boston with her husband, I think. I know where they stay there. You need the address?”
And then the kicker: “When you get there, tell ’em the Ryan Brothers sent you.”
The giant stared at him for a second, then went back to the SUV and relayed the information. The giant didn’t need to go back, so he hopped inside the SUV, and it took off.
Even though the video had no sound, it seemed like the room grew silent suddenly. All of us had grins on our faces.
I rewound the video, though, because something had caught my eye as they were pulling off. Something hanging out the door. I paused the scene and zoomed in. The grin slipped off my face.
“What?” Lachlan said.
I turned the screen toward the room. All their grins faded, too.
Rope. It had been hanging out of the door as they pulled off.