Honored: An Alpha Mob Romance (City Series Book 4) (4 page)

I hated him. But I also helped him become boss.

“How are things, Colm?”

“Oh, well as can be expected. How’s the little brother?”

“He’s pretty good, thanks.”

“And your place?”

“Still turning a profit, actually.”

“That’s always nice to hear.”

“So what can I do for you, Colm?”

“Well, let’s not get into business over the phone. I’m on my way to see you.”

I blinked. Colm hadn’t visited my territory since he had become boss. Really, he had no reason to. Everything ran smoothly, and I kept my head down. If he was coming out to my place personally, that meant something big was going down.

Times were changing. I knew it was going to be a shit day.

“Looking forward to it,” I said.

“See you in twenty.”

He hung up, and I held the phone out to Colin.

“What’s happening?” he asked me, and I heard the fear in this voice.

“Boss is coming here. Go have Luis make some food.”

He nodded and walked fast into the kitchen.

I turned back to my meal, sipping my coffee and eating my eggs. I should have expected something, and I felt like an ass for not seeing it coming. In all my time with the Mob, I had never been asked to put a hit out, and I had never been tested. But suddenly, I’m taking care of some tweaker scumbag, with zero explanation.

Something big was coming. I could feel it.

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“T
hey’re here,” Colin said, peeking out the front window.

I gave him a look. “Sit down, you ass.”

He shrugged and returned to his seat. “It’s Colm with some muscle I’ve never seen.”

I nodded and turned back to my drink. “Go do your runs, Colin.”

“Why? I should be here for this.”

I gave him a look and didn’t answer.

“Fine. Call if you need me.”

He stood and walked into the kitchen, probably heading out the back. I watched him go, frowning. I knew he’d be a problem, but he was already starting to second-guess my orders. I’d have to take care of that sooner than I expected.

As I looked back, the front door pushed open and Max walked in, followed closely by Dean. He nodded to me and I nodded back as they moved into the space. Dean was a bit shorter than Max, though by no means a small man. He had a long scar down his cheek, and the rumor was that he got it knife fighting his first kill back when he was a teenager.

Colm Brennan came in last. He was about my height, though a bit thinner, with dark hair slicked back along his skull, piercing blue eyes, crooked teeth, and a wicked grin. He flashed it at me as he entered, spreading his arms out.

“Liam, how’s my favorite boss doing?”

I stood and greeted him, returning his hug.

“I’m fine Colm, though your visit has me worried.”

He stood back, still grinning. “Nothing to be worried about.”

I gestured at a nearby table, and we took our seats across from each other.

“Can I get you anything? Food, drink, whatever?” I asked him.

“I’m fine, thanks.” He looked back at Max and Dean. “Boys, go check out the kitchen. Get something to eat if you want.”

They nodded and walked into the back room, pushing open the kitchen door. I was suddenly alone with the most powerful and dangerous man in the entire city, and I had to admit that I was feeling nervous.

“So, what can I do for you, Colm?” I asked.

“Getting down to business already?” he said softly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“Won’t pretend like you visiting in person isn’t strange.”

He nodded. “We have a problem, Liam.”

There was a short pause as he stared at me, and I returned his gaze. With a man like Colm, no matter how on edge he seemed, you couldn’t show too much weakness. Deference and respect were necessary, but weakness was something else entirely. You needed to be able to show you followed his lead, but you could handle whatever he asked of you, no matter what.

“You know I respected your father, everyone did. He was a good man and a good boss. Smart, and ruthless when he had to be,” Colm said.

“Thanks for saying that. I appreciate it.”

He leaned forward. “But you’re not your father, Liam. You know that, right?”

I nodded, trying to keep my anger off my face, and said nothing.

“Good. You’ve been protected for a long time because of your father’s influence. True, you’ve been a damn good boss on your own, one of the best. But it’s time you started pulling your full weight.”

“What’s this about, Colm?”

He leaned back and smiled. “You did a good job the other night, hitting that junkie scum. I was proud of you.”

“Just following orders,” I grunted.

The mention of that guy sent chills down my spine, and I could feel sweat spring up along my chest. I struggled to keep the memory of his last breath from my mind.

“Of course, you always have.” He paused and looked down at the heavily lacquered table, running his fingers over its smooth top. “As you know, there has been a lot of shit lately in the gang. People fighting over scraps, making chaos. And chaos makes more chaos, all around us in waves. I don’t have to tell you how many bodies that’s making, and how big of a problem it is.”

I nodded, understanding. As soon as one minor boss was knocked down, two more stepped up to cause problems in his place, and the deaths were beginning to mount. Colm was barely clinging on to power, mainly through his willingness to cut the head off any snake that appeared. That meant his men were working overtime, trying to get rid of bodies, and there were only so many places to dump them.

“Do you need me to start helping out with disposal?” I asked.

“No. You have a more important job. Two days ago, I sent out two of my guys on a hit. Everything went smoothly, no problems, the fuckers are in their graves. But when they went to dump the bodies in the river, some bitch walking her dog saw them.”

I blinked, letting that settle in. If the civilian went to the cops about what she saw, the heat could make the entire chaos worse, and could potentially give the other bosses enough of an advantage to wrench Colm from power. He wouldn’t be able to handle both the police and his internal issues.

“You know how bad that would be if she talked, and so far it seems like she hasn’t. But we can’t take any chances, Liam. We need to make sure she stays quiet.”

I stared at him, shocked, as comprehension slid down my spine.

“You want me to kill her?”

He let the question hang between us, smiling.

I shook my head, at a complete loss for words. It was unprecedented; at least, it was unprecedented for the last fifty years. We didn’t kill civilians, period. That was part of what kept us alive. We had a code of honor, and that involved not murdering random strangers that were unlucky enough to come upon our business. We paid them off when we had to, and we dealt with the cops when we couldn’t. But we never, under any circumstances, murdered someone who wasn’t directly involved with our business.

“Colm, we don’t do that. I mean, we don’t just kill unlucky assholes who stumble on our shit.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I knew that’s what you’d say.”

“It’s the honor code, Colm. It’s what keeps us from getting the worst of the heat. We don’t kill innocent civilians, and the cops don’t care if a few junkies go missing from time to time. That’s how it works.”

He leaned forward again, pressing his palms flat on the tabletop, a wicked grin spreading over his face. His crooked teeth made him look like a monster as his eyes lit up, excitement rippling down his expression.

“Fuck the code and fuck the old ways.”

I blinked. “It keeps us safe.”

“You don’t get it, do you? The old ways are dead. They died out when the old bosses passed on. This is a new fucking world, with new cops and new officials and new shit to deal with.”

“You’re talking about murdering an innocent girl,” I said softly.

“I’m talking about survival,” he said viciously. “I’m talking about adapting to our new reality. We either change or we get rolled over.”

I stared at him, shock and dread mixing in my stomach, as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“I can’t do it,” I said.

“We’ve been soft on you, Liam. We’ve been soft on you because of your father and your good work. But a new age is coming, and you’re one of the people I don’t trust. You kill this girl, you take care of our problem, and you’ve earned my respect and my gratitude.” He paused, staring at me. “You don’t do it and we’ll have a problem.”

I shook my head, at a complete loss for words. I could kill a junkie asshole, I could break kneecaps and beat down men who didn’t pay their loans. But I had never murdered a woman before, let alone someone completely unconnected to our business.

Colm stood. “Think about it. Make your decision by tonight. Max will stop by, and he’ll give you more instructions.”

I looked at him, my face hard. “And what if I refuse?”

He grinned and shook his head. “You’re smart. You won’t do that.”

Without another word, he walked off toward the back room, pushed open the kitchen door, and was gone.

I stared at his seat, my entire body tense with shock as the implications of that meeting rolled through my muscles and my gut. I was either going to murder an innocent girl or I was going to be cut out of the gang. I was either going to kill or be killed.

I gripped the edge of the table and worked my jaw.

I knew it was going to be a shit day.

I
t had been two days since the man in the park had chased me. Two days, and I hadn’t seen either of them since.

Two days was a long time to let your paranoia get the best of you.

At first, I pretended like I was fine. It was no big deal, probably all a misunderstanding; he didn’t mean me any harm, I was sure. But as the night wore on, I kept glancing at the front door, and I must have checked to make sure the deadbolt was firmly shut at least ten times. I even caught myself glancing out the front window and had to force myself to stay out of the kitchen.

Work that first day helped keep my mind off the incident, but when I went home on my lunch break to take Petey for his walk, I found myself going an entirely new route. Petey loved it, of course, but I couldn’t help but feel a little insane. I was intentionally going out of my way on the off chance that those men were somewhere along my old route, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strangle me.

I knew it was crazy. The whole thing was crazy. Obsessing over every little possibility was crazy, and the guy actually chasing after me was crazy.

And I felt a little crazy.

By the end of the second day, though, the throbbing paranoia began to abate, if only slightly. I walked outside, stretching softly, looking out over the kids as they played with each other, jostled for spots on the bus, and climbed into their parents’ cars. I smiled softly, letting myself get lost in the din of the noise and commotion. It soothed me, the crowd, and I felt safe, even if I was the one in charge. There was something about the wild, frenetic energy of the kids that calmed me, or at least it calmed me when it wasn’t directed my way. It was a lot like white noise.

I glanced to my left while standing in the shade near the front door and saw Richie playing with his Gameboy. I smiled and walked over to him.

“Your brother coming for you, Richie?” I asked.

He didn’t look up. “Yes, Miss Boucher.”

I leaned my back up against the wall, standing next to him. Richie wasn’t a talkative kid, and I hadn’t had any more issues with him since the fight. It surprised me how quickly Richie went from passively taking the other kid’s bullying to attacking him viciously. It was like there was no middle ground for Richie, no moderate emotion he could cling to. He was either rational or he was animal. For the most part, Richie sat firmly in the rational, but he did have the capability to snap, and to jump to an entirely different personality.

I wondered, briefly, if his brother was like that, too, and which side of the spectrum he typically fell on.

I felt good, standing there next to Richie, although I knew I would have to pay close attention to him in the coming weeks. I needed to make sure that moment didn’t change something for him; I needed to make sure he wasn’t going to think he could solve all of his problems with fighting from now on. But that was a problem for another day.

“Yo, kid,” I heard a familiar voice call out.

I looked up and locked eyes with Liam Sullivan, and I felt my pulse begin to race.

He was tall and broad, muscled and strong, but not a meathead. He had a five o’clock shadow, which made him look rugged and sexy, and I wanted to pull at his thick brown hair. His pouty lips were constantly locked in an arrogant smile, and it was his cocky look that I couldn’t get out of my mind.

Richie looked up briefly from his Gameboy.

“Hi, Liam,” he said before looking back down.

“And hello to you, Ellie,” he said, stopping in front of me.

I quickly ran my eyes along his body, glancing at the muscles peeking from underneath his tailored white button-down shirt and his slim-fitting black dress pants. I had no clue what he did for a living; rumor was, he owned a restaurant, but there were other rumors, too. I wasn’t sure what I believed, though I found it pretty impossible to imagine that a man involved with the Mob would be such a devoted older brother.

Older half brother, I reminded myself.

“How are you, Liam?” I asked.

“Better now. You’re looking nice.”

I felt myself blush. What a stupid, innocent thing to feel flustered over. He probably said it to every girl he saw.

“Thanks. You do too, I mean.”

His cocky grin got wider, and he glanced at Richie.

“Kid, you mind giving me a second with your teacher?”

He shrugged and stood. He walked off, sitting back down with his back against the stairs about fifteen feet away.

Liam stepped closer to me. “So, how has he been?”

“Better, honestly. At least there haven’t been any more issues.”

He nodded, looking concerned. “I talked to him. I don’t think he’ll do it again.”