Mob Princess (THE O’ROURKE BROTHERHOOD #3) by Sabine Barclay EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sabine Barclay
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Sean
I’ve been to way too many funerals for a thirty-one-year-old. I’ve stood
beside weeping parents. I’ve carried coffins. I’ve sworn revenge, and I’ve
gotten revenge. Today, I can only do one of those. I’m a pallbearer to the
most influential man in my life who isn’t family. He was a graduate school
professor who offered me opportunities no mobster should ever have. He
did it at the risk of his own career. And now, after he did so much that
jeopardized his reputation, I can do nothing to defeat the cancer that stole
him from so many of us.
The Arlington weather is offensive in its cheeriness on a day so somber.
The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. And the flowers sway in the light
breeze. Yesterday would have been a better day for a funeral. It poured from
sunup to an hour before everyone arrived at the church for the service this
morning. The bright light is jarring against the crowd of somber black.
I glance down at my black suit with the charcoal gray button down and
steel gray tie. I’ve been wearing suits since I could walk. Thank you,
Christmas and Easter at Catholic Churches. Or really, thank you, Mom, for
making sure your three sons always appeared like properly brought up
young gentlemen.
At least until we each turned fourteen and turned into
mobsters. I normally don’t mind a tie around my neck; but today, it’s a
noose. It’s suffocating me when I think about all the missed opportunities I
had to express my gratitude to my late professor. All the doors he opened
and all the nudges he gave me in directions a man with my family name
never should have received.
I say the final Amen and make the sign of the cross as an ingrained
habit. One that I still believe in, even if lapsed is putting it lightly. I’ve been
aware of everyone in front of me. I’m standing outside the group of
mourners because I don’t like people standing behind me. It makes me
uneasy when I let people get that close, but I can’t see them. However, in a
crowd of innocent people, I’d rather have my back exposed than put
someone else in the line of fire if an enemy decides it’s time for me to join
the dearly departed.
I drop my single white lily on the coffin as a woman standing across
from me does the same. Our gazes meet, and it’s like I’ve been pole-axed.
I’ve taken pipes to my ribs before, and that’s hardly a pain I relish. This is
more extreme how she steals my breath.
Her hair is so sun-bleached it’s
nearly white. She’s definitely not a bottle platinum blonde. Her eyes are a
deep amber I don’t think any colored contacts could replicate.
If I couldn’t see the resolve in her eyes, I would fear a gusty wind would
blow her away.
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