Page 25 of The Mafia’s Son

Obsessed with my enemy’s sister.

My phone pings in my hand. Lifting it, I see Hayes’s name flash across the top.

Whoops. I bet my sister’s best friend would have a hard time knowing I was stalking his little sister. And that I knew she had two moles on her left ass cheek.

Baby Blue: I need help.

Professional, or…?

Baby Blue: Fuck you, kid. I have a computer issue.

Too much porn? Did you give yourself a virus? Does Collins know about this?

Besides Hayes Monticello being Maeve’s best friend and the clan’s second-in-command, he was soon to be my brother-in-law, by way of my older sister, Collins. And a Bruno. Technically.

Honestly, it’s about time they hooked up. That man used to mope around her all day when he thought no one was watching.

Baby Blue: I really don’t like you

So, is that a yes…?

Baby Blue: Just come to the house.

My thumbs hover, the screen darkening. The house? As in the mansion where I grew up, where I learned what it meant to be an O’Brien? That place holds more pain than love, and I wished daily it would burn to the ground, freeing all my siblings from this world.

Scratching my bare chest over the tattooed crest of the O’Brien surname, I glance out to the dark sky. Yeah, I’m not desperate enough to face those ghosts.

No can do. Still being hunted.

Also, true. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been shacked up in this penthouse in the middle of Boston. I might have said fuck it to hiding, but the assassins have been lurking. I scraped by one two weeks ago; luckily, Killian got to him first.

They’re getting daring. The bounty Ferguson put on my head over a decade ago is burning a hole in their pockets, and they want to collect.

I’d much rather stay alive, thanks.

Baby Blue: What happened to no longer hiding?

I lied.