“Come brother, come,” I try.
It’s Mimi’s presence that makes him move. He looks to her.
“Vincent, let me hold her,” Mimi says to him. “I’ll take care of her. She’s my friend. I’ll take care of her while you get the baby out.”
“Will you take care … of her?” he asks.
“Yes. I will. Give her to me.”
I swallow hard as I watch Mimi hold Sorcha. My heart swelling with all the love I feel for her.
All the love I’ve ever felt.
It tells me something though I don’t want to accept.
It highlights the danger.
All I have to do is look before me. Look at Sorcha.
The same thing could happen to my babygirl.
If a man can be bold enough to do this to Vincent, an underboss in a family like ours, what the fuck is going to stop him coming after me too?
* * *
The day moves slow.
It feels like being stuck in a nightmare where everything is gray and cloudy.
Slow.Tortuous even.
Once again we’re gathered at the family home.
Vincent isn’t here. Ma is with him and the baby.
Pa, me, Gabe and Nick sit at the table.
Silence is pregnant in the air.
We all had messages today.
The three of us got heads in boxes. I got Cora, Gabe got Roberto, one of the main investors in our business in the Caribbean, and Nick got Denis, his street guy he’s known for more than ten years. Denis was the guy who gave us the intel on Cole.
Pa’s four closest bodyguards were all poisoned.
Vincent though got the biggest message of all.
Stephanou came for him through his weakness. His wife. They would have killed Timothy too if Sorcha hadn’t saved him. I saw the bullet dents in the metal door.
Stephanou would have killed him too.
This is the second time that animal has come for my family and both times he’s left us with loss so great it crippled us.
Anyone who knows Vincent knows how much he loved Sorcha. Take her out of the equation and you take the man away too.
You paralyze him and weaken a man who’s supposed to be fearless.
Vincent looked as soulless as Sorcha when we last saw him.