We all had sins to pay for, but that would come after we killed the Devil.
“Thank you…for the meal. I needed it,” the FBI agent finally said softly, his dark eyes meeting mine. He cared for me and I cared for him. I considered him a friend—hell, even family, whether he wanted it or not.
“You’re welcome,” I returned, my voice thick with emotion. I twisted my neck to look away from them, taking a moment to get my head in check. I blew out a puff of air, shaking off the sadness and getting right to it.
“Okay. So, Boston. When do we leave?”
“Whoa, whoa. You aren’t coming, Gwen,” Jer said as he put his hands on my shoulders.
“Yes, I am,” I snapped, hating the fact that every male around me thought that I was more fragile than glass all of a sudden.
“No.”
“Jer, I'm going.”
“No, I can’t lose you too,” he argued, his voice stern.
He blamed himself for Haley’s kidnapping. He was the one who convinced her she needed to go, but Haley would have gone on her own eventually. She didn’t need to be convinced.
“Need I remind you that I went to New York on my own. I found Tony Romanoon my own.I got under his skinon myown. You are bat shit crazy if you think I'm just going to sit here like a good little woman and let—”
“This has nothing to do with gender,” Jer said, scowling at me.
“Says the human with a penis,” I snapped.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! We leave after midnight. Thefourof us,” James confirmed, his voice dripping with annoyance.
“That’s what I thought,” I hissed.
Dean, Jer, James, and I would head to Boston. Collin was seen there earlier today, and Sullie got word from one of his contacts in New York that things in the mafia world are tense. A man named Roman Barone was trying to overthrow Ray Romano. Ronan oversaw the Boston Red Sox but was in New York City on business last night. Collin was seen walking out of his club—Club Sweat—earlier this afternoon.
“Did you get anything out of Grant?” I asked, watching James straighten the sleeves of his shirt, something he hadn’t done in months. Gabe was Haley’s coworker.
“No.” Short and to the point.
I knew he wouldn’t. Gabe was a good egg. I had met him once or twice before. He stopped by Haley’s apartment once before I discovered Dean was still alive. He was nice, and Haley made it seem like everyone at her company was nice. They were and she thoroughly enjoyed her job.
She was happy there.
“What about Chris Robinson?”
That was her CEO, and apparently close friend to Ray Romano. The evil bastard came back from the dead at an event, the launch of the Tyler Project, in New York. He sent two men to follow Haley into the bathroom and kill her. My stomach twisted at the thought.
“He is still in the holding cell,” James said simply.
“Has he said anything?” I pressed, folding my arms over my chest as I flipped my curls over my shoulder.
“Couldn’t tell you. He has been unconscious for the last six hours.” My eyebrows shot up, and I turned to Jer, who was trying to conceal a smirk.
“Fucking bastard,” he whispered.
“Flight leaves at midnight. Jer and I have something to take care of before then,” he said as he turned to leave, Jer following.
Oh hell no.
“Cool; where are we going?” I followed in step with them out into the hall.
“G,” Jer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Agents from various departments passed us as James locked up his office.
