Page 42 of Owned By the Mafia

I return to my apartment, and two lads greet me on my way there. I nod to them, go upstairs, and shut the door. I go back to the footage, irritated and needing a distraction. I lean back in my chair as I hit play and stare mindlessly at the screen.

Something flashes across the screen that catches my eye, and I quickly pause the video and rewind it. I hit play, but I slow down the speed until that flash comes across again, and I pause.

Fucking hell.

Here is the proof.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Italian’s getaway car is not Callum but Aiden.

The fucking traitor.

The whole being wounded by Callum thing was just a rouse to throw us off him.

I grab my phone and dial my brothers, but their phones go straight to voicemail. Either they’ve turned them off, or there’s no signal where they are. Where they are having lunch, and Aiden is leading the entire security team.

Clever bastard.

I grab my car keys and rush out of my bedroom to the front door. When I open it, I find the two lads from the street outside my door.

“Sorry, Mr. Quinn, we’re going to have to ask you to stay right there,” the one to the left says.

“Boys, I don’t think you’re even old enough to be doing this.” I move to push past them, but the one on the right pulls a gun on me.

“I’d hate to have to shoot you, Mr. Quinn, although I’d be doing our men a great service. Our orders are to hold you here until our boss gives us word.”

I look between them, searching my brain. “Your Dad’s Cormack,” I say to the one on the left. “And ain’t your mom, Mrs. Timothy near the laundromat?”

They look at each other, and the left one presses a knife against my skin.

“Get inside, or we’re going to hurt you.”

I’m not armed, and I’m sure they’ll be prepared for that if I come back with one of my guns.

“Boys, you’re selling out Ronan. This is way bigger and way over your head,” I try to reason with them, looking for my chance.

“Ronan sold us out to the Italians and Russians. Aiden will take care of us proper,” the younger one says. They can’t be eighteen yet.

“Aiden’s in league with some Italian family. He’s sold Ronan out and already sold out this entire family. Can you not see that, lads?”

“Get the fuck inside,” the knife holder shouts.

Two single shots sound out, and the boys drop like lead, each with a bullet to the head. “Their parents are going to be disappointed,” Jarryd says from a few feet away.

“Why are you here? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I came to save your sorry ass before they killed you.” My younger brother holsters his guns. “Why are they stopping you?”

“Aiden is the fucking traitor, but I can’t get through to Ronan or Daniel.” I throw my jacket on.

“The cellphone towers are down in that whole area. I also can’t reach them to check in. It’s why I was coming to look for you originally,” Jarryd says.

“Jarryd,” I call as he walks away. He stops and turns around. “How’d you know I was in trouble?”

He looks down the corridor, and I see Molly going around the corner. She may not approve of our lifestyle, but she loves Ronan, and she’s our fucking family.

“Come on, we need to get Dina from the estate and get down and protect the families,” I say, walking past Jarryd.

“Robbie, Dina is at the lunch. As a guest.”

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