“They found it,” Dean said to me, his voice low to avoid lingering ears.The body.Charles Tipponi’s body. The three of us left it in the middle of Busch Stadium on Homeplate last night. His face was gone, thanks to James’ bullets, and due to that fact, we left the Romanos a little note.
“Who?”
“Local PD found it at four in the morning. Called it in here a few minutes ago,” he explained, widening his stance and keeping his eyes on James.
“Gotta love how everything comes full circle,” I deadpanned.
James killed Tipponi, and the case file on his murder ends up back here. I didn’t blame James for his actions. I couldn’t, because knowing the kind of man that I was, I'd have done worse—much worse. James knew that. I knew that. Hell, I was sure Dean even knew. We all had committed unspeakable things to protect the ones we loved, and the way I saw it, we'd done no wrong.
“How are we going to play this, Jer?”
“The only way I know how,” I replied, my voice stern. “With fear.” The streets didn’t need soft. They needed blood.Romano blood.They needed justice.
I turned my head to find the baseball player staring at me, studying me. His hazel eyes filled with something I couldn’t read, but then again, Dean Connors was a man who knew how to hide his emotions well. Like the flip of a switch.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head and turned his attention back to the interrogation. “If you had anything to do with the Romanos, if anything happens to Haley. I will rip your tongue from your throat and bleed you dry,” the agent seethed, his teeth bared to the trembling man in the chair.
At least he was on the same page as me.
“Jeremy?”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up.Honey.
When I saw her as I walked in this morning, my heart stopped. Despite everything going on around me. Casey Gomez had the power to do that. I turned to face her, bracing myself. My eyesmet hers. and for a reason I couldn’t quite comprehend, I didn’t want to be here anymore.
I wanted this woman pinned down, taking everything I fucking gave her as she cried out my name. Her little body letting me in. Ruining her. Owning her. Marking her. My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought.
“Jeremy?” she repeated.
I blinked, shaking off my lust for her. “What is it?”
She was holding her laptop on her forearm, her eyes scanning the screen behind her black-rimmed glasses. Her outfit was killing me today, in more ways than one. The tight black jeans she wore clung to her curves as if they were a second skin, and her Game of Thrones T-shirt made her look like a badass. Her hair was up in her signature ponytail, the long dark strands hanging down from the top of her head. Those pink, plump lips were shiny, beckoning me to taste her.
“Collin was spotted in Boston.” And just likethat,I was back in the game, my feet moving forward, not stopping until I towered over her.
“When?” I demanded. She peered up at me and my jaw clenched.
“Just now. He came out of a building downtown…” she trailed off as her brows came together.
“What is it, honey?” I asked, my tone soft as I tried to rein in my anger.
“Trying to hack the cameras,” she murmured as I stared down at her, her sweet scent settling around me. My brow rose as a new feeling of pride sparked inside me.My honey was so intelligent.
“Who else knows?” Dean questioned as he came to stand on the other side of her, his eyes scanning her screen. She looked up to him. “Just you guys, I wanted you to know first,” sheexplained as her eyes landed on me. My jaw jumped. She wanted us—me to know first…
“I know how much this means to you.” Her soft voice filled the space, her golden eyes holding me captive. My throat felt dry as I struggled to swallow. I nodded to her, unable to find the right words as the organ in my chest pounded against its cage.
“He is heading to Fenway Park,” she said after a moment of studying her screen. “The car he just got in is heading that direction.”
Last night
“Do you think Romano told Collin the truth?”
“Who's to say that Romano even knows Collin is his son?” Gwen asked from her place on the sofa. We were in my apartment, the four of us: James, Dean, Gwen, and me. Aiden was at the loft with Sullie for a small BBQ night. “Sundays at Sullie’s” had been put on hold until we brought our girls back home safe.
Two hours ago, we dumped the body of a Mafia boss in Busch Stadium.
