Free KYLE: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 4) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

kidnapped Brianna or set that hitman after Killian. We don’t know who’s trying to take Pops down. So we can’t really deal with more drama from you or anyone else.”
    “Yes, sir,” I said, my voice crisp.
    “Don’t get upset with me, Kyle. I’m not the one running off and marrying some Vegas cocktail waitress.”
    “No, Ian, you wouldn’t do that, now would you? You’re too perfect for that sort of behavior.”
    “Look,” Ian said after another long pause, “we’ll deal with this, whatever it is, later. Right now we need to focus on the Italians. That’s our problem now.”
    “How’s Pops?”
    “How do you think? He’s still struggling to pull together the edges of his tattered reputation. Killian did a hell of a job spinning this thing in the press, but there are still some people here in town who don’t believe the spin. And others…it’s a mess. Some want him hung for crimes he wasn’t even charged with, and others want him made a saint. It’s going to take time for all this to settle.”
    “And Killian? The baby?”
    “The baby’s fine. Kind of cute, actually.” Ian’s voice softened. “He looks a lot like Stacy right now.”
    “Lucky kid. He could look like Killian.”
    Ian laughed. “Yeah.”
    I looked over at Amelia, the way her face was cradled in the palm of her hand. She had such smooth skin, like the top layer of cream on an ice cream soda. I wondered what a child with her would look like, mixed with my crazy mutt of genetic material. Probably have her blue eyes and the same narrow, patrician nose, but probably the little tilt…what the hell was I thinking? This wasn’t going to last. That girl was probably scared to hell of me after what I’d just made her do. She’ll probably run for the hills the first time I take my eyes off of her.
    Women did that. A man dropped his guard and opened his life to her and the first thing she did was run. My mom…she was gone soon enough. And Abigail. It might not have been her choosing, but she still left me at a time when I needed her. Stacy, too, running off to New York the second she graduated high school. They all ran. It was stupid to think anyone would ever stick by me long enough to test my ability to remain faithful.
    “The plane should land in an hour or so. Send a car to meet us?”
    “Us? You brought her with you?”
    “Couldn’t just leave her in Vegas.”
    “Maybe you are finally growing up, brother.”
    ***
    I felt like a different man as we stepped off the plane. I’d changed into a fresh suit and cleaned myself up as best as I could in the tiny bathroom. But it wasn’t just that. It was walking off that plane, knowing what waited for me at MCorp, what waited for me at my father’s house. And knowing that I was coming home with a little extra baggage.
    Amelia seemed surprised when I woke her, her eyes moving slowly over the length of me as she sat up and shook the dreams from her confused mind.
    “We’re in Boston?”
    “We are.”
    “Should I change?”
    I shook my head. “I’m sending you to my place. I want you to wait there for me.”
    “Alone? Where are you going?”
    “I have some business to deal with. I’ll only be a few hours.”
    She looked a little startled, but she didn’t say anything as I led her off the plane. There were two cars waiting, both dark SUVs like we were some sort of clandestine team or something. I turned her toward me and trapped her between the car and me for a long second.
    “Things are a little complicated here. You’ll have to bear with me for a few days, okay?”
    She nodded, her eyes everywhere but on my face. I lifted her chin and forced her to look me in the eye.
    “Go to the house. Don’t be calling all your friends. Just watch a little television and wait for me.”
    “Okay.”
    I kissed her gently, my lips brushing hers for a long second.
    I could get used to this, to having someone whose kisses I actually missed when I turned and walked away. I could get used to