Page 251 of Eyes Never Lie

“I’ll handle it.”

I nodded and looked down at the whiskey.

For now, that settled the debts I could settle from forty thousand feet.

I turned to Lucian. “How bad was Boston?”

“Jack has lost his fucking mind,” he groaned. “He wants little heirs running around and alliances tied up with ribbons. Aisling, Everleigh, and Keira apparently exist primarily to solve whatever political or territorial problem is annoying him.”

“They’ll love that.”

“They already don’t.”

Gabriel smiled. “I still want to meet them.”

“Say that loud enough, and Jack will have you marrying one of them tomorrow.”

Lucian rubbed the back of his neck. “The problem is, they haven’t been sitting around waiting for their father to barter them away. Those women control half his world between them. If Jack thinks he can casually arrange three marriages and everyone will thank him for his leadership, the old bastard is in for a surprise.”

“And where does that leave you?”

“Wanting no part of it, which Jack disagrees with violently.”

I smiled.

Lucian pointed at me. “Don’t laugh. You’re his nephew too.”

His humor faded.

“Scarlett’s going back and forth about Boston now. Ciro being dead changed things for her. She thinks Manhattan may be safer.”

Nik shut the laptop. “It isn’t. Delgado was one piece. Whitaker’s money is still buying women, Hayes is still breathing, and people high enough in government to make federal agencies dance are still protecting the network. The Syndicate may need Jack and his allies. I don’t like what he’s trying to do with his daughters, but the people behind this have enough money to buy politicians, prosecutors, and whatever else gets in their way. We deal with the larger threat first.”

“And Jack’s daughters?” Lucian asked.

“If they’re anything like you describe, they won’t sit quietly while Jack rearranges their lives.”

“No.” Lucian exhaled. “I’m mostly worried I’ll end up caught in the middle and lose my balls in the process.”