The manstarts to rouse, his eyes going wide when he sees me, clearly remembering where he is. He begins to beg. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."
"Then don't make me ask you again. What were you doing here? My men said you didn't take anything—" That’s when it dawns on me. I look around the warehouse—this is one of our main ones. I'm not stupid, so I don't keep a paper trail, especially somewhere so easy to get to.
My head swings around, frantically searching the area when Henry asks, "What are you—"
I put my hand up, stopping him from talking. Henry gives me a questioning look, and I mouth to him, "They’ve bugged us." He nods understandingly.
I look at the other guys standing around, giving a signal for everyone to search. Everyone is knocking boxes over, looking under the tables, behind shelves—anywhere we couldthink to look.
"Kieran," Henry snaps, grabbing my attention. "I found one," he mouths, holding up a small device.
"Crush it," I tell him.
I watch him drop the device on the ground, I hear the crunch of plastic as he steps on it. My mind swirls with how we can easily find out if there are more devices. Taking a step outside, I pull open my phone and dial a number to ask someone I never thought I would call, for help.
"Kieran," his deep voice comes over the phone.
"Someone is trying to invade my business. Can you give me a device to look for bugs?" I ask him, not willing to do any small talk.
"Maybe," he says and I can hear his smile through the phone.
"Mikhail," I snap, hoping I won't have to use my secret weapon quite yet.
"Kieran," he replies calmly, which doesn't give me any hope he'll see reason.
"Mikhail, maybe I should ask my wife to speak with yours to get your help?." I state knowing that will get him leaning my way.
I can hear his teeth grinding against each other before he grits out, "Are you sure you want to use that card?"
I can tell I'm getting under his skin, making me feel a little gleeful. "Yes. I need this, Mikhail."
He hasn’t responded for so long, I start to wonder if he hung up, but then he declares, "Fine. I'll send Igor over."
"Thank—" I begin but he hangs up before I can, making me smile. Mikhail and I will never be friends, but we do have a link to each other that will make the other bend.
Fifteen minutes later, Igor is pulling up with a bug detector. He doesn't waste any time, which I appreciate, as he steps into the warehouse walking around checking for anything. Our warehouse is about three thousand square feet, and I watch Igorcheck every inch.
"I didn't find anything," he says with a Russian lilt.
Stupid fucks were only able to get in one bug.
"Thank you," I tell him. Igor nods his head and leaves.
Stepping back into the warehouse, I look back at the young man sitting in my chair, then I glance over to where my men are standing and point at Liam. "Take him down to the basement."
"Got it, boss," he says, walking over to the boy.
Turning back toward Henry an idea comes to me. "Elio Carrino came to me at dinner a while ago wanting to talk. Let’s go talk."
twenty-seven
Kieran
Excitement runs through me, ready to let the Carrino family know exactly who they're messing with. The O'Sullivan's might not want war, but we take care of business. We left all the men back at the warehouse, making sure it's guarded and no one else can fuck with it, leaving Henry and I to make sure thisinvasion of privacydoesn’t go unpunished.
Henry spins out of the warehouse, driving so fast, moments later he’s pulling up in front of the restaurant that is owned by the Carrino family. We open the doors and march straight inside.
"Excuse me—" the hostess begins but I stop her with a withering look.
