“Gotta go, Ma. Bye, bye, bye—” Ending the call, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and exhaled a huge sigh. “Thank Christ for that.” “I’ll say,” Gibsie agreed, dropping his hand from Joey’s mouth. “I’d say we’re in the clear, lad.” “Jesus,” Joey hissed, teeth chattering. “You’re a mammy’s boy, aren’t ya?” “Do you want to be gagged again?” I narrowed my eyes. “Because that can be arranged.”
