needed him, and the good man buried deep inside him couldnât turn his back on her.
âI donât have to tell you that this could start a street war between the Contis and the Death Ministry if it isnât handled properly.â Francis collapsed back into his chair with a sigh. âWe need to smooth this over, get the Death Ministry to agree to our terms, and get back to making some serious money. Miss Emma needs to tell us everything she knows or thinks she knows about this Greg guy.â
âIâll question her myself,â Andre said. âBut first Iâll need to get her to a safe house as soon as sheâs ready to travel. I want her out of Southie.â
Francis nodded. âAlready got a room reserved at the place near Columbus Circle, right next door to her friend.â
âYou got in touch with Ginger?â
âDouglas, my new assistant, got her on the phone about twenty minutes ago. Sheâs going to meet Antonia and Kelly at the diner down the street from the safe house. Theyâll get her settled in within the hour. Hopefully.â
âWhy hopefully ?â
Francis downed the last of his drink before answering. âIâm not sure this chick is going to show up. She might end up passed out in the street somewhere before she gets there. Douglas said she sounded wasted. He couldnât understand half of what she was saying.â
Andre sighed. âGreat.â
Now he had two messed-up young women on his hands. Not that Ginger was really his responsibility, but she was someone Emma cared about, and so he felt ... obligated. Just like heâd felt obligated to help Katieâs sad-sack group of druggie friends every time they ended up on the wrong side of a bar fight or carted down to the city lockup to sweat out their spark.
It would be stupid to get sucked into that kind of situation again, no matter what his gut said about Emma being tough enough to kick the Hamma habit. Katieâs death should have taught him that addicts couldnât be saved. He should turn around, walk out of this office, and keep walking until he was back on the right side of the barricade. Let Little Francis handle Emma.
But he wasnât going to do that. There was a part of him that still believed that people like Emma, like himself, could turn their lives around. He had to keep believing that, or all those nights heâd sat through twelve-step meetings and prayed to get his own compulsions under control would be for nothing. He had to have hope. For himself, and now for Emma.
Besides, he didnât want Francis anywhere near her. He didnât want his cousin handling her. He didnât want anything male âhandlingâ Emma except himself.
âIâm going to check with Dr. Finch and see how much longer heâll need to monitor Emmaâs progress with the antivenom.â Andre ambled toward the door, casually throwing his next words over his shoulder. âYou want to catch a ride uptown with me when Iâm done?â
âNah, Iâm going to stay at my new place.â
âNew place? Where?â
âI got an apartment on the Southie side,â Francis said. âFigured it was time for me to come back where I belong. The head of the family has always lived in Southie. Itâs tradition.â
âRight,â Andre said, ignoring the implication in Francisâs words. There would come a day when Andre would have to tell Francis to his face which way heâd be voting, but today wasnât that day. He had other priorities. âThen Iâll stay here and wait. Iâve already had to cancel my court date, soââ
âI bet sheâll be here another few hours. Dr. Finch doesnât mess around with his private clients. He likes to make sure theyâre good to go before he leaves,â Francis said. âYouâve got time to head uptown and attend to some business. Why donât you go check and
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