“You are in no position to be making demands, Ian,” I drawled, leaning back against the bar top and crossing my ankles. As I folded my arms over my chest, his green eyes slid to me.
“How’s your buddy Gabe?”
Gabe was the reason Ian was paralyzed from the waist down.
I lowered my chin, holding his eyes. “He is in a better place than your father, I assure you.”
He smiled. “Pity you killed my father; I would’ve liked to do that myself.”
Haley and James came out of the kitchen. The agent steered Haley to take a seat on the stool beside me, and he shot me a look. I nodded once and shifted closer to her.
“Like Ms. Davenport said, let’s cut the shit,” James called out to him as he went to stand in the middle of the room.
“You don’t have to do that,” Red murmured to me.
Not taking my eyes away from the scene in front of me, I whispered, “Yeah, Red, I do. James loses you again, he won’t make it back.”
She was silent after that.
Ian raised his hands. “Can we all just take a seat and talk like civilized human beings? We all have the same goal.”
“And what goal is that?” Gwen asked, pressing her foot further into Kevin’s crotch until he grunted.
“Ray Romano.”
Sullie grunted and Dom snarled. “Elaborate, boy.”
Ian frowned. “I want that man dead.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” Haley hissed.
I looked between the two brothers, studying them and how they avoided looking at each other. “Whose idea was it for Kevin to become theDoctor?” I asked.
Ian sighed and rolled to one of the tables in the middle of the room, leaving his mother where she was.
“Mine.”
“Don’t,” Kevin groaned.
James took a step closer to the table and pulled out a chair before sitting in it backwards. "Where did you get the drugs?” he questioned.
“Don’t tell the—” Dom put a gag in Kevin’s mouth and urged for Ian to answer.
“You’re smart for a Fed,” Ian noted, remaining calm.
“You waste my time, you get a bullet in your throat,” James threatened. “Answer my question.”
“An old drug warehouse on the border. It belonged to my father.”
“You mean Romano.” Gwen came down from the stage and slammed her gun onto the table, facing the ex-baseball player.
Ian shook his head. “No. It was my father’s. He was planning on turning against Romano.”
“And the plot fucking thickens,” I sighed.
“Your father wanted St. Louis,” Sullie boomed from his place behind the bar. I knew damn well he had a shotgun by his leg, locked and loaded.
“He did, but he knew Romano would never let him have it. So, he set his sights on something much bigger.”
