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

the idea of having someone waiting for me at home. There was something to the whole commitment thing. I was just…a man who had something…had something to lose.
    I kissed her a little harder, then I pushed her back into the car. She was still watching me when I slammed the door.
    “Make sure she stays at the house,” I said to Colin, one of Jack’s men, the man driving the car.
    “Will do, boss.”
    I watched them go before I climbed into the other car. Luke, another of Jack’s guys, handed me my gun and holster. He’d retrieved it from where I’d left it at my house. I shrugged out of my jacket and slipped the rig on, checking the gun’s clip before I slipped it into place. The jacket back on, I felt almost like the man I’d been before my little birthday celebration in Vegas.
    “This meeting…”
    “Jack’s arranged to meet with the head of the Harbor Point Bloods again. He wants their help in pushing the Italians back a little.”
    “Will they help?”
    “They said they would. But Jack’s a little worried that the Italians might make them a better deal. You know how it works…the Bloods go where the money is.”
    “Isn’t that the way it is with just about everyone?”
    Luke shrugged. He didn’t seem terribly impressed with my banter.
    I stared out the window, watching the familiar landscape of my hometown fly by. I wondered what Amelia thought of the city. When there was time, I wanted to give her the real tour, the one tourists would never get. I wanted to show her the neighborhood where my Pops grew up, the place where our family began that he often took us to, where he told us the stories of his childhood over and over again until we couldn’t remember if it was his memory or ours. I wanted to show her the world that made me who I am.
    “You get married?” Luke asked.
    I glanced at him, and he gestured toward my hand. I’d almost forgotten the gold wedding band that still sat on my left ring finger.
    “Yeah, I guess I did.”
    “Is it one of those Vegas things, or real?”
    That was the question, wasn’t it?
    We pulled into the underground garage at MCorp a second later, so I didn’t have a chance to answer, not that I was going to anyway. Jack was waiting, sitting in the backseat of yet another SUV, surrounded by three or four of his men. I climbed in beside him, and the car headed out before I was seated.
    Jack tossed a manila envelope at me.
    “Where’s Sean?”
    I shrugged as I worked the envelope open. “Don’t know. Why?”
    “I’d like to hear from my daughter every once in a while, but I haven’t heard a word since they headed for Europe.”
    “I’ll let him know the next time he calls.”
    “You do that.”
    There were multiple pictures inside the envelope. A couple of guys who were members of the Bloods…and a couple of guys I didn’t recognize.”
    “These guys are going to be at the meeting. I want you to watch the one with the long scar. He’s been known to go a little crazy when he doesn’t like what’s going on.”
    “Okay.”
    “This is important, Kyle,” Jack said, leaning forward and resting his hands on my knees. “I’m glad you’re here to be a part of it.”
    “Me, too, boss.”
    A week ago, that sentence would have been completely true. All I’d ever wanted was to be a part of what Jack and Pops had built. But today I was distracted. It was dangerous to be distracted in this line of work.

Chapter 7
     
    Amelia
    Kyle’s friend drove into Beacon Hill, a part of the city that even I could recognize. It was a quiet, lovely part of the city that was clearly populated by people of a certain income level. He pulled into an underground garage off one of the side streets, parking next to a sports car that had the Jaguar emblem on its hood.
    “What is this?”
    “Mr. Callahan’s loft is just this way.”
    The man, a tall, blond man, slipped out of the car and opened my door, gesturing for me to get out. I slowly slipped out of the car, staring