THE CALLAHANS (A Mafia Romance): The Complete 5 Books Series

by Glenna Sinclair

  “You won’t try to run?”

  “No.”

  He stood in front of me, watching me as if I was a bug under a microscope. Then he leaned close and touched the side of my face.

  “You said you loved him.”

  I turned my face away, trying to avoid his touch without offending him.

  “I do love him.”

  “Why? He went back to his wife all those years ago.”

  I jerked a little, just as he went to touch me again. “How do you know that?”

  He tilted his head, his eyes narrowed through the holes of his mask. “We know everything about you. We know that you met him while you were attending Boston College’s nursing program. We know that you spent six months together, six months during which his wife was pregnant. She was about to give birth when she went to him and asked him to come back to her and the children. She had just started working as a social worker, but she’d have to take time off when the baby came and she was afraid. She wanted him there with her.”

  I didn’t even know some of that. I stared at him as he rattled this information out as if it didn’t matter. Like no one had gotten hurt. But what he left out was how much I loved Brian, how desperate I was to be with him, and how crushed I was when I saw Abigail come out of his room and understood who she was.

  She was so pregnant that it was almost impossible for her to get down the stairs. And I just stood there and watched, too frozen with fear to do anything.

  Just a week before, two-year-old Killian had come to visit his father, and I imagined what it would be like, the three of us living together, my own belly swollen with a child of Brian and my own.

  He didn’t mention the more than fifteen years of marriage that I’d spent committed to a man I didn’t love. He didn’t mention the nights I lay awake and thought of what might have been. He didn’t care about the hurt and the anger I nursed all those years. And he didn’t know that I could have found love. I could have found someone else after I left Sam. But I didn’t because I knew the man I loved was in Boston living his life with the woman he loved.

  “He did what was right.”

  “But he left you alone with a baby in your belly.”

  “How did you know about Brianna? How did you know she was Brian’s?”

  He was quiet for a moment, and I thought that he might not answer. But then he tilted his head again.

  “He saw her. Saw the red hair and the green eyes, and he guessed. He targeted her only because of you, but when he saw her, he knew.”

  “He? Who is he?”

  “My friend. My boss. The guy running the show.”

  “Who is he?”

  “That’s not really important right now. But you should know, he has a lot in store for Brian. If I were you,” he leaned close to me, “I’d get as far from Brian as possible because he’s about to suffer. A lot.”

  “Why? What does this guy have against him?”

  “Do I need to spell it out to you? Brian Callahan is a user. A criminal. A fool.”

  “He’s also a father, a husband, a lover.”

  Ricky touched my jaw, and it took everything I had not to flinch. He leaned close.

  “I bet I could show you a much better time than that old man can.”

  I turned my face away. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “How do you know? You should give me a chance, Cassidy,” he said, rolling his tongue almost obscenely over my name. “I can make you feel really good. I know what I’m doing.”

  “So does he.”

  “But I’m younger. Fitter.”

  He stepped back and lifted off his shirt, as if showing me his young, impressive six-pack would really make me stop loving Brian and want to be with him. He came to me and nearly straddled my lap, forcing me to look up at him. I couldn’t stand the idea of looking him in the eye, so I focused on a tattoo on his chest. It was round with dark edges, some sort of tree inside a perfect circle. It was like something off a t-shirt, but it had a roman numeral along the bottom that I didn’t understand.

  “I can make you feel like a million bucks, baby.”

  He pressed his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back so that I had to look at him. Then he bent and kissed me full on the lips. I couldn’t turn enough to avoid him. He tasted like salt and sleep, like all the unpleasant things that came with kissing someone who hadn’t brushed in days. I wanted to push him away, but I didn’t know what would happen if I made him angry. But I remembered that knife he’d shoved into his front pants pocket.

  “You’re beautiful,” Ricky said against my lips.

  I relaxed my body a little, pretended I was into his kiss. I even touched him, sliding the back of my fingers over his belly. He seemed to take that as compliance. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over my lips. I slid my fingers into the front pocket of his jeans and searched for the knife, my fingers just brushing the handle when he pulled back.

  “Let’s move to the desk. There’s more room there.”

  I forced a smile and let him lift me out of the chair. I perched on the side of the desk, my legs spread so that he could stand between them. He was kissing me again before I could catch my breath, his tongue invasive and unskilled. I couldn’t make myself wait. I shoved my fingers into his front pocket, pretending I wanted to touch him. What I really wanted was the cool, solid handle of that knife in my hand.

  “Tell me you want me,” he whispered against my mouth.

  “Please, Ricky,” I moaned.

  I almost had it. It was pressed against my fingertips. He slid his hands down my back, tugging at my shirt. I felt sick to my stomach, but I almost had the knife. I slowly slid it upward with just the tips of my fingers holding onto it. I was pulling it up so that the knife was pressed against the front of his pocket and my fingers against his flesh. He moaned as I moved a little too close to the inside of his body, my hand brushing the side of his swollen cock.

  He thought I was into him. How naive could a man be?

  The knife came out of his pocket almost at the same instant the door opened.

  “Ricky, what the fuck?”

  He stepped back, spinning around to face whomever it was who’d walked into the room. I slid the knife into my back pocket, hoping neither of them had seen the move.

  “What’s going on?”

  “He wants us to move out. He wants to be long gone before Brian or his kid can figure out where we are.”

  “Okay. We’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Make sure she keeps all her clothes on.”

  The new guy left, his footsteps ringing on the concrete floor. I didn’t hear the door close. Ricky turned back to me, what little of his face I could see was red, his lips almost pouty.

  “We better go.” He reached for me, pulling my arms behind me as he pulled me up against his chest. He kissed me again, which was a relief because I was afraid he’d seen me put the knife in my pocket and was going for it. But he wasn’t.

  His hand slid under the back of my shirt, but then he groaned. He pulled away and stooped to pick up his shirt. I had the knife in my hand before I could think things through. It felt like stabbing a side of beef. The knife went through his skin between his two lowest ribs, a little pop vibrating through the knife before it went in. He fell to his knees as I ripped the knife out again. I didn’t look back as I ran.

  Chapter 30

  Brian

  Brianna was still sleeping when we left the room the second time. Ian thought he knew where Cassidy was. We headed over there, a forty-minute drive, watching carefully for any unwanted company. We knew by now that we were being watched, but it seemed to be sporadically, not all the time.

  I stared out the window, thinking about the choice I would have to make if we were wrong, if this warehouse wasn’t the one where they were holding Cassidy. I couldn’t make it. I couldn’t not choose Cassidy, but I couldn’t put my child in danger, either. I’d called Killian and he assured me that he had Stacy under control. He was nea
rly in New York, and he’d be watching over her by the time we arrived at the warehouse. But that was less than reassuring.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Killian. It was that I understood this madman we were up against was incredibly intelligent.

  I closed my eyes and told myself it would work out somehow. We’d find Cassidy. We’d get out of this mess, and everyone would be okay.

  But I couldn’t really convince myself.

  We pulled up to the warehouse, and Ian slipped out of the van, walking slowly toward the door. It was deserted, not a soul in the area. There were no cars, either.

  Were we too late?

  I moved up behind him, my gun in my hand, my finger on the trigger. Ian gestured to a set of windows by the door he’d just looked through. I moved close, staring through the dust and grime on the glass. There was a camera still sitting on a tripod, focused on a chair that stood before a huge, cinderblock wall and on the wall was the logo of the food manufacturing company.

  This was it. This was the place.

  “Where is everyone?”

  Ian shook his head. He didn’t know any more than I did.

  He pulled open the doors, and we stepped inside, both of us cautious of what might jump out at us. We moved slowly, paying attention to as much detail as we possibly could. Ian followed footsteps on the floor almost perfectly, like a tracker following a group of criminals. I was no longer sure who the criminals and who the bad guys were anymore, but I followed close behind my son, waiting for someone—anyone—to jump out at us.

  But there was nothing.

  “We’re too late.”

  Ian holstered his gun and went to the camera. “Maybe they left some sort of clue.”

  “Like what? They’re too careful to leave fingerprints.”

  “No, but maybe they forgot to wipe the memory card.”

  I moved around him, walking the perimeter of the room. There were so many footprints in the dust it was hard to tell how many there had been. But I would guess more than just a few.

  “He has others working with him.”

  “He does.”

  “At least two. Maybe three.”

  “I’d say four.”

  “Why?”

  Ian gestured to the camera. I walked over and was surprised to see video playing out on the small screen at the back of the camera. Sure enough, there were four men moving in and out of the camera’s sights, men wearing simple black masks that hid their eyes and half of their faces. Opera masks. And then there was Cassidy, being brought in by a young man who seemed a little gentler with her than his companions. There was an exchange between Cassidy and the unseen man behind the camera after they freed her from her bonds. He seemed surprised when she complied.

  “He’s disguising his voice,” Ian said.

  “Why would he do that?”

  “The only reason I can think of is that he thought she would recognize it. Or he left this here on purpose, and he thought you would recognize it.”

  “Then it’s someone I know.”

  “Possibly.”

  We heard a noise at the back of the warehouse. Ian quickly removed the camera from the tripod and slipped it under his jacket. Then we both turned and raised our guns.

  “Who’s there?” I called, moving toward the back of the dark room, back to where I heard the sound.

  “Brian?”

  Cassidy suddenly came out from behind a thin door, a large switchblade in her hand. She dropped it when she saw me and rushed into my arms. I pulled her close, my gun still in my hand, and kissed her from her forehead down to her lips.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Is Brianna really free? Is she safe?”

  “She’s safe, my love. I can take you to her now.”

  “How did you get free?” Ian demanded.

  Cassidy gestured to the knife she’d dropped. “I took it from one of the guys and ran. They found him and decided to leave me behind. I heard them say they didn’t need me anymore, anyway.” She looked up at me. “I’m sorry. Stacy…”

  I shook my head. “She’s fine, love. No one’s going to hurt my kids.”

  And then I kissed her again, drinking in everything about her. She was here. She was safe. And I didn’t need to make a choice.

  Chapter 31

  Cassidy

  We drove in silence to the hotel. Brian held me in his arms in the backseat of the SUV the entire way while Ian insisted that I tell him everything that happened over and over again. Brian finally put a stop to it just moments before we pulled up to the hotel. I wanted to run up the stairs, but I had no idea where I was going. I followed Brian, clinging to his hand as the adrenaline wore off and I began to realize what I’d just done.

  I stabbed a man.

  We rode the elevator to the seventh floor, going to a lovely suite that overlooked the city. Brian let my hand go and gestured to the bedroom.

  She was lying in the center of the bed, propped up on pillows. She was asleep, soft sounds coming from between her full lips. I sat carefully beside her on the bed, pushing a piece of soft, curly red hair away from her face.

  “Momma?”

  “It’s me, baby.”

  Brianna sat up and threw her arms around me. I tugged her close, holding her tighter than I ever had when she was little. She was my baby. I couldn’t let her go.

  She began to cry, and I whispered in her ear like I used to do when she was little and she had nightmares. I told her it would be okay. I told her I would never let anything bad happen to her ever again. It was as if she’d been taken back in time, reverted to childhood, instead of being the beautiful, confident lawyer she was.

  “I’m sorry.”

  She pulled back, wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, then sliding it onto the bed sheet. “It’s not your fault.”

  “It is. If I’d told you sooner about Brian, if I’d been more diligent….”

  “He saved me.”

  I nodded. I didn’t know what had happened, but I wasn’t surprised. “Good.”

  “He’s my father?”

  “He is.”

  Her eyes were bright with questions, but she didn’t ask.

  “We’ll talk about it soon.”

  I kissed her forehead, reluctant to leave her. She lay back down, and I held her hand and watched as she slowly settled back into sleep. Her wrists were bandaged. There were no visible bruises, but she was pale. She’d been through an ordeal. If I’d been able to prevent it…

  But I couldn’t.

  I stretched out beside her and watched her for a long time. I couldn’t bear to go. But then Brian came into the room and he looked so tired, so grateful to see us together. I went to him and kissed him gently.

  And, suddenly, I desperately wanted a shower.

  ***

  I was shivering, but I stayed under the spray of the water. It was cold. I’d turned the knob on purpose. I needed to shock myself out of the clutches of my memories. I’d kissed another man. I’d done it for a good reason, but that didn’t change that I’d kissed him. And it didn’t chase away the creepy feeling that ran down my spine each time I thought about it.

  I felt dirty. No amount of scrubbing would make it go away, but I kept trying.

  “You’re going to turn into one huge prune.” Brian opened the shower door and held up a towel. “You need to rest, babe.”

  I reluctantly turned off the water and moved into the towel which, in turn, led me into Brian’s arms. He wrapped the towel around me and patted my skin dry before leading me to the bed.

  He’d arranged for another room on the same floor as the one Brianna still slept in. He’d left Ian with her, stretched out on the couch, trying to catch a few moments of sleep himself. It was late, nearly dawn, but my eyes weren’t anywhere near ready to close for a few hours. I wanted to go back to Brianna, wanted to watch her sleep a while longer. But Brian talked me into resting and I was here…

  He pushed me down onto the bed and grabbed a b
ottle of lotion from the complimentary supplies provided by the hotel. He crossed to me again and knelt in front of me, dumping a lump of lotion onto his hand and smearing it between his hands before rubbing it onto me. I lay back and enjoyed the feel of his hands on my calves, my thighs. He moved steadily up my body, taking his time rubbing the lovely scented lotion into my breasts. Then he rolled me over, massaging my back as he continued to rub the lotion into my skin.

  I closed my eyes and surprised myself with the sense of exhaustion that suddenly came over me. But his hands felt so good…until, of course, the memory of Ricky’s touch came back

  I sat up and pulled away.

  “What’s the matter?”

  I shook my head, but understanding suddenly brightened his eyes.

  “What did they do to you?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the hard edge to it.

  I shook my head again. “It’s as much what I did.”

  “You were fighting for your life.”

  “I was fighting for so many things I can’t even begin to number them all.”

  He climbed further onto the bed and moved up beside me, pulling me against his chest.

  “I love you,” he whispered. “I don’t care what you had to do. It was the situation, not you.”

  “He kissed me.”

  I felt him tense.

  “He kissed me and I let him so that I could get the knife. And then I…”

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “If not for me, you would never have been in that situation.”

  “They know everything about us. They know about you. I don’t understand.”

  “It’s my life, Cassidy. I’m not a good man.”

  “But you are. You’ve done bad things, but you are a good man. You came for me.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too. But I don’t know if I could choose you over my child.”

  “That’s the way it should be.”

  I shook my head, but his hands were moving over me, and he began to kiss me, his lips sliding over my temples, my ears, my throat. I turned into him and it felt so perfect to be in his arms. The darkness of the day began to recede. I closed my eyes and let Brian’s touch, his scent, his being roll over me and take away the reality of what’d happened.