hesitant now that I’m here. What does he want with me? “Go on,” Paddy nudges my shoulder. I smack at his hand in irritation and bare my teeth at him. Inhaling a deep breath, I reach out, turn the doorknob, and let myself in. Seated behind the behemoth oak desk is my grandfather, Colm Donnelly, patriarch of one of the most powerful families in the Irish mob. He’s a fearsome looking man despite his full head of white hair. His presence fills the room even sitting. “You wished to see me, sir?” He glances up and assesses me with a stony glare. I stand ramrod straight under his critical stare. He
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