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He takes a sip of his coffee and leans back in his chair behind his desk at the station. “If I had to guess who did it”—he takes the picture and narrows his gaze on it—“I’d say it was the same fuck that got Andre .”“Yes, it would seem that way.”Wilshere nods. “The pennies and evidence that he was with someone shortly before he was killed are dead giveaways.”Randy had been with a woman. Randy. But the prostitute left way before I did. Besides, I can’t imagine that she’d have returned after the beating he gave her.Fuck me. If I hadn’t instructed the two guards flanking his door to leave and destroyed the camera, I’d be able to see who came in after I did. Then again, the police would be able to see that I was there.But I left, confident that the guards wouldn’t come back and would never rat me out.I left the body where it lay. It hadn’t been a clean kill. I’d lost my temper, something I rarely do, because when it happens, shit gets messy. After I left, I sent the order to our Clea
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That’s all I’ve been thinking about for days. The need to reorganize myfamiglia, making it what it was by selecting men who will strengthen it. Reappointing a consigliere, an underboss, and capos. Do whatever it takes to ensure the future of the Robertson .The throne is open for the taking. Question is, am I going to be the man to do it?“Yes,” I say.“Do not do it yet, Nathan . Trust me on this. I have information you must see before you do anything.”“You have my attention.”“We’re meeting at Briar House in Todt Hill.” He lets out a long breath. “My brother discovered something he thought was a big enough threat that he wanted to bring the families together. I’m honoring that wish now.”“I’ll be there,” I say, because I promised Tony we’d listen. And because I need the information Colwill has and to find out just who the hell The Ferryman is and why he took credit for Randy ’s death.Briar House is an old, creepy Victorian house in the exclusive community of Todt Hill in New York.
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Brilliant-blue eyes flash through my mind and I feel my lips tug upward. The wait is finally over.“Ladies,” Gunn says as he enters, followed by Colwill and an older gentleman. We all turn to him. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Gunn Sinclair, and this is Colwill Lewis and his uncle, Jack .”Colwill stands at one end of the table while the other two move to find seats. “Before we begin, I want to thank each of you for your presence today. And as a show of gratitude, I’m going to offer you something that may save your lives.”He places a stack of papers in front of Gabriel Jesus , who takes one and passes it down to the next person. We do this until we’ve all got a packet of copied documents stapled“Guat is thees?” Joselu Cebalos asks in his heavily accented voice. “Why is my uncle on thees list?”I read the “list” Ward was referring to on the first page. Gustavo Robertson i, Rodri Jesus , Scott Trippier , Gonzales Rico , Joelenton Ward , James Madison.“Those are the names
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I peer at the names again. Colwill ’s “evidence” that we’re in the crosshairs of a man hell-bent on revenge. According to this, Robbert Kroos has purchased land or buildings near everyone involved. But not in New York.He’s right. Whatever was done to Robbert , the Lewis weren’t a part of it.But my uncle was.Having known him as well as I did, worked for him, pledged my loyalty to him, I can say without a doubt that he was not a man who would have ever forged an alliance with the enemy. Yet if what Luca is telling us is true, which all evidence points to, Gustavo did.“How do we know this isn’t all some made-up bullshit?” Arnold asks. “I never heard of a Ferryman.”“Exacly,” Joselu Cebalos , Rico’s nephew, pipes in. “How do I know jou aren’t the guan behin oll thees. I never heard of a Ferymen.”“I’m not behind anything,” Colwill snarls. “My own brother was killed by this asshole. His bitch attacked Jack’s place and nearly took out Gunn.”Gunn’s head snaps up. “She didn’t come o
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“Everyone, this is wilock ,” Gunn introduces when it seems Luca can’t speak. “ColWill ’s wife.”“You were saying about a vote?” one of the men asks.“ColWill ,” Jack sneers.“My wife was just leaving.” ColWill grabs Wilock by the arm and tries to drag her out.Tiny as she is compared to him, she manages to hold her ground. “Actually, I believe I have much to contribute. It was my smarts that discovered the Ferryman.”“She knows about the Ferryman?” Mac asks.“My father is Gregorio Di Persia. He’s spoken of him,” she says.ColWill leans in close. “I’d like a word with you in private.”She glares at him as she tries to free herself. “After the meeting.”“Now.”He finally manages to drag her out and shut the doors behind them.We’re left staring after them. But no one moves. Especially not after the sounds of fucking follow their argument.“I feel dirty,” Joselu comments. “But I guish they had left the door open. If jour gonna fuck during a meeting, let me see.”“This is ridiculous,” Ja
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It’s good to be back. I sigh as I stare at three months’ worth of mail waiting on my desk. Even the thought of going through all those bills isn’t enough to bring down my mood. I’ve missed New Jersey, missed my home, and, even more so, the gallery. Don’t get me wrong, our trip around Europe was fantastic. Meeting new artists in hopes of bringing them to the States, visiting my most-loved piece at The Louvre,Orphan Girlby Eugène Delacroix, and getting to finally step into the National Gallery in England. Scotland was my favorite stop. It’s where my ancestors are from, after all. Not that I ever met any of my relatives. Or know anything more about them beyond the few names I forced from Dad. But it was amazing to see nonetheless. I wanted to stay longer. To continue with our new American culture traveling gallery and become more intimate with every art museum and showcase we participated in. But I was also homesick. Every time I touched a canvas or inhaled the smell of paint, I thou
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An hour later, I come to the conclusion that if I don’t put the mail down and take a break, I’ll go blind. Not to mention, starve. My stomach groans in protest of its emptiness and I grimace.This morning, I was so excited to get to the gallery, I filled my cup of coffee and rushed out of the house.“Remy, I’m going to Kubano for lunch. Can I bring you anything back?”She looks up from the setup she’s working on. Her gaze catches on something over my shoulder and she grins from ear to ear like a fool. “You may want to wait on Kubano. Something yummier is coming this way.”I look behind me and my breath catches as, through one of the large windows of the gallery, I spot Nathan peeking inside.When his warm eyes lock onto mine, heat rushes to every inch of my face, and my own lips pull into a wide grin.Oh my God, he’s here! I do a quick mental check of my appearance. My hair loose in tight waves, the powder-blue shoulder-tie dress and white sandals. I dressed for comfort, not to impres
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However, Nathan barely touches his food. His brow furrows as he pushes a sweet potato fry across his plate. “Did you enjoy your trip abroad?”I nod and drink some more water to wash down my food. “It was very nice. Have you ever been to Europe?”“Italy,” he says. “I have a house in Brera.”Impressed, I raise my brows. Not that I know where that is. “It must be nice to have a place to stay while you travel.”“I rarely go. Work keeps me too busy here.”And here’s my chance to ask what I’ve been so curious about. “What type of work do you do?”“I’m a consultant.”I laugh. “That’s the response you give someone when you don’t want to tell them what you do.”“Maybe I don’t want to say.”Cocking my head, I chew my lower lip and study him. “Can I guess?”“I’d love to hear what you think I do. It will be sort of judging a book by its cover, though.” He grins devilishly, as if he can’t wait for me to trip up and say something insulting.“Well”—I tap my finger against my chin—“based on looks, I’
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