“The treaty says Cascade Falls Cemetery is neutral ground,” Janna says, as if I need the reminder. “Besides, I bought this dress just for the occasion!”
She does a small spin with her arms held out. It catches Antony’s attention, and he makes a beeline for us.
“This is a private, family engagement,” Antony says as he walks up, arms crossed over his chest. “Leave.”
“I only just arrived,” Janna says with a hint of fake innocence in her voice. “I haven’t even delivered flowers to the gravesite yet. Jay has them in the car.”
She nods over to a black SUV parked down the road.
“You both need to leave,” Antony repeats. “This is disrespectful.”
“Are you the one who gutted him?” Janna asks, eyes sparkling at Antony. “Does that mean you have to get married next?”
“Look, Ramsay,” I say, gritting my teeth, “if you think I won’t kill you right here and now—”
“Yes, I do think that.”
“Well, you’re wrong.” She isn’t, of course. I could hardly pull out a gun and shoot her in the face with Father Brian less than a hundred yards away.
Janna Ramsay raises an eyebrow at me—challenging.
“Leave,” Antony says again.
“Fine.” Janna sighs. “I just wanted to let you know that we are quite aware of your activities in Cincinnati, and if you try to meddle with our shipments, there will be hell to pay.”
“We haven’t gone against any terms,” I tell her. “You know we haven’t. Just keep your shit away from the east side.”
“Make sure you keep your Cincinnati business to documents.”
“Our Cincinnati business is none of your concern.” I glare at her. “Now get the fuck out of here before I have Antony throw your ass into that hole.”
Janna Ramsay stills briefly, rolls her eyes, and then looks back to me.
“It’s good to see you again, Nate.” Janna smiles, showing all her teeth. “I hope we’ll get to see each other at a similar occasion very soon.”
Antony takes a step forward, hands balled into fists. Janna chuckles as she turns and heads back toward her car.
“Wouldn’t it be awesome if her heels got stuck in the mud, and she fell on her face?” Pops chuckles.
“Please tell me I can kill her,” Antony snarls.
“Not yet.” I place a hand on his arm.
“You know she killed Micha. At least, she had it done.”
“I know that. We all do, but we need proof before we move forward.”
“I want a fucking vendetta.”
“I know you do.” I pull on his arm, turning him away from Janna Ramsay’s retreating form. “You’ll have to settle for a drink back at the house. Go on ahead. I’ll drag Nora along shortly.”
“Okay, boss.”
Antony heads over to Threes, and I watch Janna Ramsay’s car as it disappears over the hill and then reappears near the cemetery gate.
“We should have eliminated them when we had the chance,” Pops says. “That fucking treaty was the worst idea in our history.”
“I wasn’t even born then,” I remind him, “so you can’t blame me for that one.”