Page 23 of Gentleman Wanted
“Flannigan?” Ruin’s voice sounded tortured. “Shit.” Over and over again, he shook his head.
“What’s going on?” Confused, I stared at him.
“It’s how Fender got his name. He walked away from a crash that should have killed him. The woman in the other car wasn’t so lucky.” The colour drained from his face. “The woman’s name was Mary Flannigan. I’m guessing Young Blood was her son.”
“You mean, Young Blood killed Fender for revenge?” It was hard to believe. Young Blood had been my friend. A brother to these men for years. How had he lived alongside them if his president was the one who had killed his mum? I wouldn’t have been able to do it.
“Hell.” Wicked’s hands went back to tugging his hair. “He fooled all of us. Played the long game. And we can’t even be sure that it’s finally over.”
Snapping my head towards him, I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if he’s waited this long, he’s been patient and sneaky. Why would he stop at just wiping out Fender?” His eyes met each of ours in turn. “I wouldn’t if I was him. I would wipe out the entire family. Ruin and Chelsea.” He paused his eyes, finding mine unblinking. “And you and Bobby as well. We have to go forward knowing that he might come for all of you.”
