“Tyran was his in. He was always taking those trips with Dad. Tyran wasn’t smart enough to run numbers and keep everything together. He needed Nolan to be the frontman.”
“Tyran made the connections that put Nolan in place.” Sal stood up and walked to the bar on the far side of the room. He filled a glass with whiskey and gulped it down. “How did I not know? How the fuck did I miss all this shit?”
“Because you were too caught up in Declan, King, and Morgan,” Duncan said. “And you were grieving your mother. Eamon trained you to take over the family because it was expected. He refused to do what his father had done to him.”
“What did he do?” Freyja asked.
“My grandfather was the head of the IRA,” Caity explained. “When my father was thirty-three, he raped a woman. One of Baranov’s mistresses. Baranov didn’t care; grandfather did. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. My father had gotten into a lot of trouble, thinking he was untouchable. Grandfather banished Eamon to the States. And when Grandfather was ready to retire, he handed the IRA to my uncle, Sean Buchannon, who had married Casper’s daughter.”
“So he raised Sal to run the family, but didn’t think he was fit to run the really bad shit he was into?” Freyja mused. “I guess that says a lot about who Sal is.”
“I should have fuckin’ killed him sooner.”
“You didn’t know,” Caity said, trying to soothe her brother.
“I fuckin’ knew he was an asshole. It was why I hid my daughter.” Sal turned to face his sister. “I wasn’t letting him use my little girl the way he used you. The way he would have used Maddie.”
“Thank you,” Caity whispered before she launched herself at Sal.
“We need to call Cal. When I spoke to him the other day, he said they had found a reference to another possible office. One he shared with someone else.”
“Most likely Ty. There has to be someone else, though. With Kelley gone, where is Ty hiding? He’s too stupid to do this shit himself,” Mac commented.
“I’m sure he’s learned a thing or two over the years. He’s managed to keep this shit from us,” Sal said.
“We need to divide these files. If we each take a division, we can dig into the people listed and hopefully find the men and women that took over.” I looked at Sal. “You want to take the clubs? Might give you an in with your son.”
“Do I have a choice?” he asked. “You take the Italians.”
“Why? The Russians have my grandson.”
“Which is exactly why you will stay the fuck away from them. We don’t need another war brewing while we dig into this shit. Talk to Maddie and see what she can tell you. She was married to Valentinetti without any of us knowing. She may have answers but doesn’t realize.”
Sal turned his back on me, letting me know his decision was final. I didn’t agree with it, but I understood it.
“Mac, you take the Russians and the Mexicans. Duncan, you take theSociety.”
“What about us?” Freyja asked.
“What about you?” Sal asked, clearly not reading Freyja’s tone.
“Caity and I can help. I told you before I would not be one of those Mob wives you see on TV, happy to ignorantly just spend your money and not be involved. I have my own money to spend.”
“Baby, you’re pregnant.”
“That means I can’t read?” she asked, spinning around on Duncan.
“No, you can help me with theSociety. You probably know more about the members than any of us. But you are information only,” Duncan commanded.
“Fine,” Freyja conceded. “What about Caity?”
Caity’s eyes widened. She’d never been included in family business, and I didn’t want her involved now. Unfortunately, she was in the middle of it.
“Caity can help me,” I offered. “We can talk to Maddie together.”
Caity nodded, but bit her lip. She was thinking about something and wondering if she should share it.
“What?” I asked her.
