Roman was not in the mood to deal with Sylvia Quin. He considered dispatching Sean to handle her, hoping to send her away and spare himself the burden. But his uncle, with a click of his tongue and a shake of his head, dismissed the idea as amateurish.
“Ever heard the saying: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?” his uncle mused, challenging their preconceptions.
Roman frowned on the way out of the kitchen and stared at B. “Are you suggesting Sylvia could be in on what has happened?”
B scoffed. He picked up his laptop and walked toward Roman, holding his gaze. “You won’t know if you send her away. Let her in and find out what she wants. I will watch from the shadows.”
The man left and Roman visibly shuddered. His mind understood that B was family, and he was there to help h
