My heart stops. Harley. Harley is the mobster’s son. ‘Honor before Blood’ Holy. Fucking. Shit. “Diarmuid will pop in and see him, and then drop off the file. Does that work for you, Starbright?” I hear fabric ripping, grunts of pain, and Matteo’s labored breathing. I hope to god he’s just carving the guy up and not…doing anything worse. I don’t want to think about it. “Yeah, thanks. You’ll only owe me two favors now.”
