“There’s more.”
Coop looked back up at her. “What?”
“Tony’s lawyer stopped me after the funeral today.”
“The bald guy?”
“Right. You were watching. Anyway, yes. That was Henry Doyle, mafia attorney extraordinaire. Despite that fact, he’s actually a very sweet man.”
“What did he want with you?”
“To give me this.” She handed him a very formal-looking document.
It took Coop less than three seconds to comprehend what it was. His brows shot up. “Your uncle left you his estate?”
“The house, the cars…all of it.”
“There’s only one reason a man like Tony Moretti would leave all his worldly possessions to his estranged niece he hadn’t seen or spoken to in over a decade. He wanted you to come back here.” He tore his eyes from the papers to look at her. “Do you think he was trying to set you up?”
“From the grave?” Mac huffed. “I have no idea. According to Henry, Tony left me the property because I’m his only living relative. Before he died, he told Henry he wanted to make sure I was taken care of.”
“Bullshit. Leaving you as his sole beneficiary only makes you a target.” Coop held up the threatening note. “Point in case.”
One side of Mac’s perfect lips threatened to lift into a smile. “I think you mean case in point.”
“Whatthefuck ever. Mypointis, someone lured you back here, and for whatever reason, they’re using a threat against me to do it. And you’re letting them.”
He looked at the dress she had on again, focusing on the bright colors. No one wore bright colors to a funeral. Not unless…
Coop thought of the words in the note.Once you’ve made your presence known, I’ll contact you with further instructions.
The realization of what she was doing finally began to sink in. Fear turned his veins to ice as he locked eyes with hers.
“No.” Coop shook his head vehemently. “No fucking way.”
“What?”
He ground his teeth to the point he thought they’d break. “If you think I’m going to stand by while you put yourself in danger to protect me, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”
“It’s too late.” Mac smiled sadly. “It’s already done.”
