Reese huffed as he sat back in his seat and let his gaze wander the restaurant. He was bored and felt these little family dinners were a complete waste of time especially when it was cutting into his Saturday night. Why his father always insisted on him meeting every bloody new wife potential was beyond him. This one seemed to be a little bit crafty and was actually of a decent age for his fifty five year old father, she looked to be thirty rather than the twenty somethings he kept showing up with, and was decent enough to look at. He wished them all the best and good luck once the woman found out what his father, Cillian O’Shea, did for a living.In the good old days it was extortion, booze running and illegal gambling, these days it was guns and drugs importing that the Irish Mob invested in and a healthy dose of money laundering through their various legitimate looking businesses, including restaurants, hotels and clubs.Reese’s eyes fell on a familiar f
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