Chapter 29

MIKEY Ilean against the back seat of the car as Conor drives us through the streets of New York. “Where the hell did you say we’re going?” Liam asks from beside me. I can’t see Shane’s face, but I know without a doubt that he just rolled his eyes. Liam has a habit of asking the questions that we all want the answers to, but aren’t stupid enough to ask. “To sort out your epic fuck up from yesterday,” he snaps. “Yeah, I know. You told us that part. But where exactly is that?” he replies. “It’s kind of hard to get psyched up when you don’t have any idea what the plan is, bro.” “Do you even know what the plan is, Shane?” Conor laughs, earning him a punch in the arm from our oldest brother. “We’re going back to the bar. You three left too many loose ends, and I don’t need a war with the Russians right now.” “What if they’ve already talked?” “They haven’t. They’re small time. They don’t have a direct line to the top men. My sources tell me they’ve not spoken to their handlers yet. Nobody the