Bound by the Don (Contarini Crime Family Book 3)
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“Who’s the bitch?” Rooster sneered with a slick grin and for a second Finn saw red.
“This is…” Finn paused, struggling to find the right words. How could he describe her? Hannah was beautiful, smart, way more clever than he was. She was quick and witty and brave as hell. And strong. Stronger by far than he would have given her credit for. “This is our Hannah. Hannah Donohue. She’s going to be our…guest for a while.”
“Guest, huh?” Rooster sneered and Finn instinctively tightened his grip on her slight form.
“No one is to hurt her, understood? She’s a…let’s just call her a bargaining chip. And she’s the best advantage we have at the moment.”
Rooster’s grin widened, growing even greasier, “Maybe I could get a closer look at her advantages, eh?”
Finn had just opened his mouth to shut Rooster, and his unnecessary comments down when he noticed another missing face.
“Killian, where’s Half Pint?” Finn scanned the room again. Five. Five men where there, not including himself. He’d come with nine. Talon, Cobra, and Ink had all been gunned down at the shoot out, but there was one man missing that should have been there. “Where the fuck is Tommy?”
“I’m right here, boss. Geez. You don’t have to treat me like a kid you know.” Tommy, more commonly called Half Pint by the crew because of his age, walked out from the back office, “You guys were obviously in the middle of something.” He grinned as he walked close and Finn shook his head, wondering for the thousandth time since taking the kid in, why the hell he’d done it.
Tommy Pierson was only nineteen. He’d barely scraped through school and was on the track to spend the rest of his life in prison. Finn had picked him up trying to sell drugs to high school kids only to find out the kid was homeless, starving. Without a family. A hell of a lot like himself at that age.
So, Finn had offered him a different choice, a different life, and Tommy had ridden with them ever since. But Finn had made sure to keep him at the hideout and away from the worst of the action.
Tommy’s eyes widened as he drew close enough to see Hannah cradled in his arms.
“What have you got there, boss? Whoa!” Finn could see the flush on Tommy’s face as he caught sight of her close up. “What are you doing with that old lady?”
Finn shook his head. The kid had been trying to pick up slang from the other men but it never worked.
“She’s not anybody’s old lady,” Finn finally said, looking down at his captive, “She’s leverage.”
***
Rachael Donohue couldn’t keep the smile off of her face as she stared down at the six pound seven ounce bundle of joy that she held cradled in her arms. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect in every way.
“Cassie, my sweet Cassie,” Rachael murmured, sweeping a finger over the baby’s soft cheek. It felt like she was dreaming. She still almost couldn’t believe it. “I’m your mom. Am I’m going to be a damn good one.”
“Of course you are, baby.” Jackrabbit’s voice interrupted and she looked up from the hospital bed. She still had a few more days stuck in the infernally boring place. The dream melted away as harsh reality reared its head.
“Any word? Did you find her? Did daddy find her?” Rachael blurted the questions out in a rush.
“Your father might be the sheriff of Mayville but he’s not omniscient. He’s got every trooper out looking for your sister.” Jackrabbit came close, taking one of her hands in his so they were both holding their baby daughter. “Don’t worry Rae, we’ll find you. You just need to rest.”
“Rest? You don’t understand, Johnny,” Rachael pleaded. She was the only one that ever used his real name. “Hannah wouldn’t do this. She doesn’t just disappear. She doesn’t run away. Something happened. I know something did. She was supposed to be here two days ago.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Jackrabbit said, trying to soothe her but all it did was make her feel more anxious. She knew her twin. Nothing would stop her from seeing her niece. Not unless she was stopped by something, or someone, else.
They stayed there like that for a long time, both holding their child, both lost in their own thoughts. A knock on the door startled them both but a moment later Hatchet’s familiar face was peeking into the room.
Hatchet glanced at Rachael and his gaze softened. “Hi Rae, how’s the baby? How are you?”
“Cassie is perfect. I would be a hell of a lot better if I knew where my sister was.” Rachael said through gritted teeth. She felt like everyone was walking on eggshells around her.
“Right, about that,” Hatchet hesitated for a moment, “Jackrabbit, can I talk to you out here for a moment?”
“Hell no! Anything you have to say, you can say it right her, Hatchet!” Rachael demanded, keeping a firm hold on Jackrabbit’s hand, “Don’t make me get Elsie.” Hatchet blanched at the mention of his wife, who just happened to be Rachael’s best friend.
“Fine, fine,” Hatchet said after a moment, “No need to get vicious.” Rachael grinned in victory, missing Jackrabbit’s eye roll. Considering the situation, that was probably a good thing.
“Now, tell me what’s going on. What did you find out about Hannah?”
Hatchet swallowed hard, looking uncertain for a moment, and then resigned as he started to speak.
“We searched the house. We know that was the last place she was. We started looking around the perimeter and…”
“And what, Hatchet? You’re killing me! Just tell me what happened to my sister.” Rachael practically shouted the words and Hatchet flinched, but he did finally go on.
“We found two sets of tracks leading away from the house. We also found this.” He dug something out of his pocket and handed it to Jackrabbit. Rachael peered over his arm trying to see what it was and gasped.
“Oh my god! Is that a bullet?” Rachael’s voice wavered on the question, all the worst possible scenarios running through her head.
“It wasn’t fired, Rachael.” Jackrabbit assured her, but his voice sounded anything but confident.
“Then what? Why is it such a big deal?”
“There’s only one man I know who has bullets like this. He makes them himself.” Jackrabbit started, speaking slow and monotone, his gaze glued to the small metal bullet sitting in the palm of his hand.
Rachael waited until she couldn’t take it anymore, “Who? Who is it, Johnny?”
Hatchet and Jackrabbit shared a long look before they both answered together.
“Finn.”
“No!” The word burst from Rachael’s mouth, a denial of the evidence, “No, you said the M60’s were taken care of. You said they were gone for good.”
Jackrabbit shook his head sadly, “I was wrong.” His eyes narrowed, filling with anger, “But I swear to you, Rae, I’ll kill that bastard with my own hands if I have to. I will get your sister back.”
“Hannah, she…she’s not like me. She’s not strong. She doesn’t take risks. She doesn’t do anything without making a pros and cons list first.” Rachael said, biting back a sob, “They’ll destroy her. They’ll…Promise me, Johnny. Promise me you’ll save her. Whatever you have to do.”
“I promise.”
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