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“Over a year ago,” I admitted. “He keeps his distance to keep me out of his life. He was my brother, Marshall. We saved each other’s asses at one time. You don’t just forget about that.”

“Be careful,” he cautioned. “He can solve your problem or he can majorly screw you over. Has it ever occurred to you that he and Jenna have the same last name?”

“No,” I replied honestly. “Moran is a pretty common name.”

“He’s related to your woman. I looked out of curiosity when I saw her last name. They’re second cousins. Maybe that will carry some weight if you need his help.”

Christ! I’d never even thought about a connection between the two.

“He’d help me regardless,” I told Marshall. “I’ll get a charter to Chicago. If he’s there, we can get to Jenna quickly.”

“I’ll arrange the charter to Chicago for you,” Marshall said, obviously resigned to the plan. “I know this is your only option, and I don’t blame you for doing anything you can to save your woman. I don’t like it, but I’d do the same if it was Emma.”

“He was on our side at one time,” I reminded him.

“He was,” Marshall acknowledged. “But you can’t expect me to ignore the fact that he went to the dark side. He’s not a good man anymore, Brock.”

“I’ll risk it,” I answered abruptly. “I’m making that call.”

“Watch your six,” he said solemnly. “I’ll contact the rest of the team and have a backup plan just in case.”

“I hope to fuck we don’t need it,” I groused.

I couldn’t even think about that possibility.

If we did need my team, Jenna wouldn’t be in good shape when we brought her home.

Chapter 28

Brock

“Jenna and I share a pair of great-grandparents,” Conner Moran told me after we’d taken off from Chicago to Guayaquil, Ecuador. “Once you shared your information, I had to look at the family tree.”

His private jet was elaborate, but everything about the current Conner was over-the-top.

He was a billionaire, but he had very little in common with the billionaires that helped run Last Hope.

He had some legitimate business interests, but many of his most lucrative businesses were illegal and extremely dangerous.

“I know,” I answered. “Marshall told me.”

“I should have found her and kept an eye on her,” he said contemplatively. “She’s family.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” I told him gruffly. “She’s mine now.”

I watched as Conner tossed back the last of a good Irish whiskey and then lifted a brow.

“I knew she must be important to you if you were calling in that favor. I didn’t think you ever would.”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” I admitted. “And yeah, Jenna is important. She’s my everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

“Apparently that includes calling in the Mafia,” he said drily.

I simply nodded, my mind distracted by thoughts of Jenna.

A lot of people believed that the Mafia didn’t exist anymore, but that wasn’t true.

They just existed beneath a different veneer and kept a lower profile.