Page 35 of Legal Returns
“I can see that, but some of the others like to be around him and he ignores them. I swear, I think he actively hides from Paulie and Karen.”
I can’t help laughing. She’s right. However, he tolerates Karen way more than Paulie.
“Well, I hate to say it, but have you ever looked into Elijah’s eyes? He will be no Bobby or Marcus. That’s another LaSalle in waiting.”
Roni only hums as if in thought. I look at the group more closely. There’s one missing. Cam’s ex-wife’s little girl. However, I think she’s only ever with the group because she’s friends with Cameron’s kids.
I snort. “You have met my sons. They are my children. They will have no problem learning to fill our shoes. I haven’t been able to put my finger on which will be don.”
“Really? My money is on Inzo,” she scoffs.
“I don’t know. I think Nori will surprise everyone.”
“Still … why Lanya and Patrick? Also, why Cam’s boys? I don’t think they have this in them. Cameron is a straight shooter. He’s not about this life.”
I snort. “I don’t think you’re looking close enough. If Cam had to, he would. Uri and I just won’t allow it to happen.
“Mina definitely fits in, you know this. I think if push came to shove, their boys would fall in too. Now Patrick is an easy assessment.
“He’s Brooklyn’s son. The current Irish lord. That will be his seat someday.
“I swear that baby growled at that nanny DJ fired. He didn’t like her ass from jump. She did something to piss him off that day and the look on his face said it all. That’s Brooklyn’s son all day.
“If Sammy truly sees the future, maybe he knows something we don’t. As for my niece, Sammy spends a lot of time with our family. Uri is her favorite uncle …” I shrug as I trail off.
“Um, I don’t know. He’s crazy protective of that group right there. I’m keeping an eye on those little girls and boys. Patrick isn’t even one. Are you really telling me Sammy knows he’s going to be as unhinged as his father?”
I laugh. “The baby mafia. They’re so cute,” I snicker as I really think over what all I have said.
In that moment, Sammy looks toward me. As he looks up through his long dark lashes at me with those gray eyes, a chill runs through me. I don’t see Sammy but LaSalle.
Not LaSalle the family man, but LaSalle the vicious leader of the Alliance. The man no one wants to call out. What happened two years ago taught us all why LaSalle and Logan sit where they do.
I pull my gaze from Sammy to glance at my sons. In this moment, it feels like I’m looking at Uri and Micheal. I knit my brows.
Suddenly, the baby mafia doesn’t sound like such a far stretch. Although Cecilia and Lanya don’t quite fit the picture. Cameron’s ex-wife’s daughter runs over and sits with the other two little girls, smiling from ear to ear at Sammy.
I shake my head. Nope, the little girls don’t fit the picture, but my boys do. I don’t need a vision for that one.
“He’s a handsome kid. I get why the little girls follow him, but I still don’t get why he lets them and not the others,” Roni murmurs almost to herself.
“Aren’t Jordan and the twin terrors more friends of his?”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t fuck with my kid. I guess John and I should be grateful for that. Mena might stand a shot at being normal.”
“You keep telling yourself that.” I snort. “I have high hopes for Vita and Eva too.”
“I can hope. There’s still time to steer her in the right direction.”
“Speaking of time. Don’t you think it’s time you tell me what’s going on with Misha and that bitch?”
“Nope.” She holds her hands up and shakes her head. “Nope, nope, nope.”
“Where are you going?” I call and stomp my foot.
“I think I hear my child calling for me. My stomach is growling. I should find something to eat.
“Oh, look at that, Nellie wanted me to partner with her for foosball. I think it’s our turn.Bye,” she sings as she runs off.
