“Sounds like you’re in a good mood,” James Rooney says.
“All the more reason for you to get to the point so we can hang up.”
He sighs. “I’d hope for a little more gratitude considering I just cleaned your house.”
Cleaned your house is Rooney’s cheesy little code word for “covered up a crime.” I don’t need to ask to know he’s talking about the murder of the Albanian gunrunner last night.
Fuck. Was that really just last night? It feels like it has been days. Weeks. Lifetimes.
“The deepest,” he confirms. “You won’t recognize the place.”
That’s good news. Killing one mouthy Albanian will not be what brings this Bratva to the ground.
I honestly haven’t even thought about the execution since the meeting this morning. Piper has been a full and thorough distraction. Even now, I can’t quite
