“But,” he continues as we all keep our eyes on our women, “we do know where the family is. Someone must know where he is.”
Knox takes a gulp of his whiskey and says, “I doubt they will volunteer information regarding his whereabouts.”
Bones raises an eyebrow at Knox’s comments and shrugs.
“I find when I break their bones one at a time they are quite forthcoming by the second or third break. You’re right, they won’t just give up what we want, but torture makes people talk. If it weren’t effective, I wouldn’t waste my time, but it is.”
Killian is quiet as he strokes his fingers across his jaw, deep in thought.
“Maybe start with the priest. He’s still alive, right?”
Bones shakes his head as a low chuckle escapes from his throat, as if the question is ridiculous.
“He’s alive. If my men didn’t do as they were ordered, he probably wouldn’t be. The constant bitching and moaning isgetting on their nerves. Apparently, two meals a day is cruel and unusual punishment.”
Killian joins him in laughter.
“Just wait until Heather gets her hands on him.”
I watch her standing at the far end of the pool with Athena and Bella. All three of them are laughing and then our girl turns her head, smiling at me, and my heart fucking aches looking at her.
She’s happy.
I still haven’t decided if I want to work with Bones. We have always been content running a chop shop, and after we left I assumed we’d set up shop somewhere else. Seeing Heather like this makes me wonder if these women are people she needs in her life regularly. She has made references previously about Bianca being her only friend. I’ve always had my brothers, so I’ve never needed a plethora of friends. She doesn’t have any family other than us. Maybe this is important to her. My decision has to be for all of us, not just me.
Knox walks over to me echoing my own thoughts.
“That fucking smile.”
I nod my agreement. This woman has a smile that lights up the room. And I know I’ll do anything to keep it on her face. Even if I fucking hate New York. And I do. That city is a goddamn cesspool, but if she’ll be happy there, I’ll deal with it.
“What are you thinking?”
I shrug my shoulders because it should be obvious to Knox.
“I guess we are moving to New York.”
I glance around the yard, taking in the way my family has grown. It was only the three of us until Heather. And now, there’s so many more of us. I’ve always felt like I didn’t fit, even with my own family and now I’m not only accepted into this bigger family—I’m wanted.
Bones and Reaper grill the steaks while arguing about the correct grilling method. Psycho rolls his eyes.
“Those two bicker like an old married couple.”
The women step out of the pool and I rush over to Heather with a towel and her cover up. I know they’re all married, but I don’t want them looking at her body anyway.
She smirks at me and then giggles.
“I don’t think you need to worry about them.”
Once she has the cover up on, I tie it up and kiss her on the cheek.
“You’re ours, Little Heathen. Other men are not to look at you. End of discussion.”
We walk over to the large patio table, and I pull her chair out for her and she takes a seat. I sit on one side of her and Killian sits on her other side. Knox sits beside Kill as Bones chuckles.
“Three is too many. There’s always an odd man out.”
“Not always”, I say, holding up three fingers which earns me a smack in the chest from Heather.