I’m not a fucking idiot. Willow wouldn’t take herself off for a walk in Boston on her own and not only that but she definitely wouldn’t have noticed our car. She’s never fucking seen this car before because it’s the car we use for scouting, which means Tommy not only saw us, but he knows exactly who we are, what cars we drive and he’s told her to get rid of us.
That bastard has my Willow in that hotel room and threatened her with fuck knows what to get her to call me and tell me to leave.
If we went in guns blazing he could have killed her. He could of killed her and Alina and their friends. We have to be smart, make him think we’ve left Boston and pray to God that Willow wears the goddamn necklace. That’s all our plan is based on. Our cars are known and the Irish and whoever they are working with will be keeping an eye out for us now. We have to be tactical, be sneaky.
I can’t think straight because I can’t stop thinking about how scared Willow must be. When I get my hands on Tommy,his death is going to be slow and fucking painful. He won’t die before telling us who his friend went with in the car though. If the Irish are working together with someone to take me out, this is obviously why they needed the extra guns and ammo.
Motherfuckers wanted us to supply them only to try and take us out with our own fucking weapons.
Lev thinks Marco is involved, but as much as I think he cares about money more than Alina, I don’t think he would put her life in danger. That’s why he left her mother after all, so Alina wouldn’t become a target to be used against him.
There’s nobody that operates in Boston like the Irish. There’s a few motorcycle gangs and then the Triads, but none of them would ever try to wipe us out or work with the Irish to do it. They have to be working alone.
“What are you thinking boss?” Anton asks from across the table cutting off my thoughts.
I sigh, rubbing my stubble, thinking about where to start on answering that.
“What are we missing? The Irish have a better stronghold here in Boston, but it’s not like they don’t have the man power to pull off a stunt to take us down in New York. So why bring the girls here and then why tell us to leave? None of this makes any fucking sense. If they are using Willow to get to me, why waste all that time back home?”
I can feel the heat and anger rising to dangerous heights over the fact that Willow is in their company and I can’t figure out their angle.
Anton leans back in his chair, thinking over what I’ve said while Lev and Ivan sit across room going over what we have of a plan so far with the other men when I pick up my phone to check the tracker for the thousandth time in the last couple hours. I stand up so quick that my chair falls to the floor behind me with force.
She’s wearing the necklace, because finally, the tracker is moving.
Chapter Forty Four
Willow
We’re in the back of some fancy limo with Tommy and Finn and the tension could be cut with a knife.
None of us speak while the two men pass a bottle of whiskey between them and puff on a cigar each, laughing and joking as if this is all just a normal day for them.
Ella is sat beside Tommy and barely moves as if one wrong tiny twitch from her would set him off.
The smoke from their cigars fills the air in the limo making it even harder to breathe than it already is.
When Tommy brought me back into the living room after the phone call with Dragna, he told us we had a couple of hours to get ready because we were going out tonight and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He said they had men at the exits of the hotel and the only way we were leaving was if we left with him. None of us argued back while he held the gun in our faces and had a look in his eye that clarified he really didn’t care if he killed one of us.
We got ready in silence, none of us able to even ask Ella what the hell was going on and all she could do was cry silently. The girls also didn’t ask any questions about why Dragna was of interest to Tommy. I think we are all in shock.
Alina also has bruises covering her entire throat from Finn choking her that I had to help her cover with makeup and between that and my own cuts all over my legs and the palms of my hands that Lev helped take care of a couple of nights ago, mixed with the trauma of last night and having a gun waved inour faces by a deranged man, we look and feel like we need a month of bedrest rather than going out tonight.
It’s definitely different from how we envisioned this weekend being, especially when Tommy arrived to collect us, Finn in tow with him and the two of them forcing us into the limo with no information on where they were taking us. Finn took one look at me before he shoved me by the back of my head into the limo and the smile he gave me made me want to peel my own skin off. It was like a promise of something sick and I’ve been so terrified that the only movement I’ve made the entire car journey has been scanning my eyes across the limo at the girls and the occasional glance at what Tommy and Finn are doing.
We’ve been driving for what seems like a lifetime when we finally come to a stop outside what looks like a huge, old building. I can feel sweat beading on the back of my neck, unsure of what’s going to happen when we get inside the place.
“If you thought last night was a good time, tonight is going to blow your fuckin’ minds ladies.” Tommy says while laughing and Finn hides a snicker behind the whiskey bottle as he takes a final swig from it.
The door opens from the outside and Finn steps out before Tommy tells us ‘ladies first’ and gestures for us to get out before him. Gigi gets out, then Mia and Alina. I look at Ella and she nods towards the door telling me to go without making any move to get up herself. She looks back to me and tears fill her eyes when Tommy pulls her onto his lap. They aren’t getting out and coming into this place with us.
“You’re a stubborn wee bitch, would ya hurry the fuck up and get out!” Tommy shouts at me and I wince at the volume of his voice before a pair of hands land in my hair, pulling me from the Limo. I scream as Finn drags me out of the Limo and pushes me against the brick wall outside.
“Just do as I say and maybe you’ll get off lightly tonight sweetheart.” He says as he grabs my face with his disgusting meaty hand and squeezes me to the point tears well up in my eyes. He lets me go with a shove and a merciless laugh before stalking to Alina and grabbing her hand, leading her to the door of the building.
We follow in line behind them and Finn knocks the door in what must be some kind of code before it’s opened up to us. When the door swings open there’s a faint bass lingering from somewhere deep inside and I realise it’s some kind of club. That does nothing to ease my anxiety because if anything, after last nights experience, I’ve learned it doesn’t matter if we are in a crowd of people, if these guys want to hurt us in any way, everyone else will turn a blind eye.
I bring a hand up to touch the necklace I’m wearing finding some comfort and thinking of Dragna. He told me to wear it to remind me he’s always there for me and even if he can’t be here in person, holding this necklace between my fingers and wearing it around my neck makes me focus on getting back home tomorrow and seeing him again.
