Page 124 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

“Anything else?”

“She told Eoin he needed to speak to you about something.”

“And do you know what that something might have been?”

“He was complaining she hadn’t been taking his calls. It’s my guess she hasn’t because I warned her off. She clearly took the threat seriously. She’ll no doubt have mentioned that she had our call recorded. Apparently, she has all her calls recorded.”

I take a sip of my drink as I digest this information that Molly’s obviously been sitting on for quite some time.

“And you never thought that tidbit of information was something the Dusters should have been made aware of as soon as it was known given the frequency with which she speaks to my boys?”

“I didn’t see the importance. She’s not stupid. She’ll never do anything with the recordings, hence why I never thought to mention it.” Molly glances at Sophia for backup, but the Sicilian just stares at her.

“Jaine Jones is far from being stupid, Molly. That’s the problem. She’s as successful as she is for a reason,” I hiss. “And tell me, how did you phrase this threat during this recorded telephone conversation?”

Molly frowns at me. “As we agreed beforehand. I said I had your blessing to tell her to back off from your sons. Which I did.”

“So, you mentioned me by name.”

“I did.”

“And you mentioned the Dusters by name.”

“I did.”

“And did you add the ‘or else’ or did she?”

“Jaine did.”

“All for the purposes of the recording,” I say more to myself than anyone else.

My hands tighten around my glass. Molly should be grateful they’re not wrapped around her foolish throat.

“Under no circumstances are you to speak to that manipulative woman again. Not without me or Eoin being party to the conversation.”

“But…”

“No, buts. That biker woman has a recording containing a personal threat made against her by me and The Hudson Dusters. She’s a legal professional. Do you have any idea what she could do with that? What that could do to our family, to our organization, if that recording ever got out? All threats should be veiled in this life and never blatant. I made myself perfectly clear on that at the time.”

“But…”

“I said there are no buts. You do not speak to her again.” My tone holds a warning, and one she’d best heed if she knows what’s good for her.

“Of course, Roisin.”

She sensibly backs down.

“Try to remember exactly what was said. Word for word. Write it down. I want to see it along with any other conversations you’ve ever had with her. I want to see the extent of them all.”

“I’ll do my best.”

I take another sip of my Bloody Mary. At this rate, I’ll finish the entire drink.

“Sophia.” I smile at her.

“There’s been no change, although I do now have a plan.” She smiles saccharinely sweetly.

“Care to share it with the rest of us?”

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