A knock at the door pulls me from the journal. I answer without checking, I’d like to think I answered it because I know it was the takeaway I’d ordered, but in reality, my heads so far up my arse I didn’t even think about it.
I internally berate myself, as I grab the pizza box and a glass of whiskey before heading back to torture myself again with the journal.
Son of a bitch, I don’t have solid proof, but everything my guy has found out points to Michael being a Russo. How the fuck did we not see it, how the fuck did we not realise who this fucker was beforehand.
Now it all makes sense, the missing shipments, the money, the attempts at trafficking in Ireland. Fucking Michael and that bastard son of his, they are in on it. Thankfully the rest of the clans and Syndicates are still against the skin trade, but how long can they hold out.
I need proof, solid proof before I take this to the boys. I can’t destroy our family without it.
My phone beeping distracts from Da’s words.
Margot
Hey there Irish man. I just got off work, you fancy some company.
I look at my watch, it’s late, but I could use a little bit of light relief.
Me
Be there in 20.
I down the glass of whiskey, lock the journals back in the safe, then head to the kitchen, placing my glass in the sink and the uneaten pizza in the fridge.
As I drive over to Margot’s, I find myself wishing I was back in Ireland with Nora. That woman relaxes me like no others can. Don’t get me wrong, Margot is hot, and she’s not clingy, but Nora knows me, she just knows what I need by looking at me. I have to guide Margot, and sometimes I just need to be led.
I pull up outside Margot’s place, and just as I’m about to get out of the car, I get another text message.
Connor
She taken off. I need you all here, we need to find her.
Sam said there had been no movement all night, he failed.
Someone deal with him!
Me
I’m actually around the corner, be there in two minutes, then I’ll track her phone.
Ronan
Headed to Sam’s now.
Kill
Bells is trying to call her, we’re headed over to her place now, be there in fifteen.
Finn
With Ma and Niamh, call me when you know what’s going on.
I throw my phone on the seat beside me, not bothering to message Margot. I’ll call her later and make it up to her, she’ll understand.
* * *
I look at Connor when Bell’s asked him what the note from Alex said, I know he hasn’t read it, we all do. But she’s trying to get him to face up to the fact she’s ran, and we don’t know why.
Ronan arrives letting us know that Sam has been dealt with, poor fucker. While Killian hands Connor the letter.
