“That’s enough talk about murder boxes,” Sheila says. “Tell me more about Mick and your lives together in New York.”
We stay in Dublin for two weeks while Mick gathers intel and we all get to know his family better. Most importantly, they start to get to know Mick.
MICK
I don’t know what Kara said to my mam and sisters, but they treat me differently.
The wariness that’s always been there is gone. Before we came to Dublin, I would have said it didn’t matter, but I find that I like it.
That it makes me happy.
Not happy like I am with Kara, but not neutral either.
My father and brothers are the same and that doesn’t bother me, so I haven’t had some epic emotional epiphany.
Still, I like not scaring my mam and sisters.
Maybe it’s seeing me with Fitz too. I show tenderness for him and Kara that I don’t show anyone else.
Once I’ve gotten the information I need on Nevan’s schedule and social patterns, I’m able to nab him and interrogate him using the benzo compound.
I discover no one else in the Northies is privy to his plans to kill my father. I also learn that he’s doing business that his father and mine know nothing about.
I assign his assassination to Rory with the instruction that his death should lead to the discovery of those behind-closed-doors dealings.
Rory makes it happen on the night of Samhain.
Just in time for Kara to go off her birth control and us to start trying for that daughter she wants so badly. If we have another son, we’ll rejoice in his birth and enjoy the hell out of trying again.
Because Kara and me, we’re that epic love story I always believed was a fairytale.
The one where the sociopath in tarnished armor lives happily ever after with his mob princess.
And kills with prejudice anyone who so much as breathes a threat toward that happiness.
The End