My mouth is dry again, despite the water I drank. “So I’m not going to meet the head of your family?” Something about the question amuses him, but in a dark way. His chuckle is totally devoid of humor. “You’re meeting with him right now.” It takes a moment for it to dawn on me. Declan is the new boss of the Irish mafia. Whoever the old boss was, he’s dead. And somehow, I’m the cause of it.
