Working with Da meant being his fists. So far it was a miracle I’d avoided wet work, but it seemed like my time had come.
Before the year was out, I knew I’d have my first kill under my belt—
“Declan?”
The soft voice, the whisper of my name, broke into my thoughts.
Before I could get angry at having my space invaded, my private place that was free from the Irish Mob’s taint because no Westie would be caught dead here, I saw her.
She was like an angel.
A dark-haired one.
Her face was petite, rounded at the chin with the tiniest little indent in the middle, and her cheeks were rosy with the cold. Her eyes were bright with expectation, and her smile was hesitant as she looked at me like she expected me not to know her.
But I did.
I knew her.
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AELA“SEAMUS?” I called out, as I hauled a bag from my room and dumped it in the hall.The trouble with packing up all my stuff was that there was a lot of it.I mean, I knew that. I had to pack everything sporadically anyway when we moved, because we moved a lot.Intentionally.I never liked to stay in one place longer than necessary. Sometimes, I’d stay only long enough to do a course or to teach one. Sometimes, it was for as long as it took to craft a particular project. But Rhode Island? I’d gotten soft.I’d been stupid.Instead of changing scenery a few years ago, I’d stayed here because Seam
BRENNANSHE WAS CRYING, and the sound pissed me off.I’d always liked Aela. She was good people, strong, and exactly what my brother had needed in a woman. That bitch Deirdre had been all about the position, the posturing. The family name and the family wealth. I’d known she was a money-grubbing slut, had known she was tangled up with Declan for a reason even if, to this day, I had no idea why they were together because I’d seen Dec’s loathing for her every time she stood by his side.I was surprised the rest of the family hadn’t noticed that either, but sometimes I saw things that no one else did, so it didn’t come as that much of a shock.Whil
Ha. More like surveilling her.I could see from the tension in Aela’s face, the rigidity of her posture, that she didn’t believe that either. She knew a pig always stank, and it didn’t matter if it looked like they were on your side or not—they never were.She did us proud as she demanded, “Why? What do you think I know?”Seamus, his gaze whipping between the two women, questioned, “Mom? What’s going on? Why is Caro here?”“She’s not here to babysit you, butt face,” Aela replied calmly, but her gaze was stony as she stared at Dunbar.“She worked her way in as a babysitter?” Conor hissed. “Well, that’s a new low.”He wasn’t wrong.“I’m here to help,” Dunbar insisted, her arms spreading wide with entreaty. &
CONORIF I HAD any more programs running on my laptop, I figured the RAM on it would send it flying into outer space.It was already throbbing like a motherfucker on my lap, and I might as well have invited the Sahara to come and bake my balls.Did my brothers give a fuck, though, as they breathed down my neck, trying to get information out of me?A big fat fucking no.They didn’t give a crap about the fact I probably wouldn’t be able to have kids after this clusterfuck.And it wasn’t only my brothers’ fault that the future Mrs. Conor O’Donnelly was going to have to visit a sperm bank to get her some baby Conors. Nope, it w
DECLAN“AELA.”A sharp intake of air was my first clue that she recognized my voice, and to be completely frank, I didn’t recognize my fucking voice, so how the hell she did was a miracle.Still, I wasn’t about to question a miracle, not when this entire situation felt very miraculous.Like I was in the middle of a very lucid dream that I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from.The cardiac arrest, the feeling like death warmed over, sure, that could be a nightmare. I’d be very happy to wake up from that and not have to piss in a bag, but the stuff with Aela? With Seamus? I was glad that was happening.Life changing, and in a way that was positive. In a way that was usually anathema of how lives changed in my world.“Declan?”
AELAAFTER DECLAN’S call in the early hours of the morning, where he’d laid down the law, it wasn’t a surprise to open the door and find Conor and Brennan there. But welcoming them in felt odd.Like I was conceding defeat on a battle that had yet to be fought.Of course, I had enough battles going down around me, so I needed to pick which ones to fight.My house was a crime scene. There was yellow tape around it, and my bedroom was being processed by forensics, so I’d grabbed all the stuff Seamus and I had been packing with the intention of taking it to New York with us, and had checked us into a hotel instead.How they’d known ab
DECLANBEFOREEIGHT WEEKS laterADRENALINE WAS BURSTING THROUGH ME, making me feel a little light-headed, a lot shaky.Which, of course, made me feel like a pussy.This was my first kill. I knew Aidan and Brennan had killed someone when they were a lot younger than this, and I had no real idea why Da had cut me as much slack as he had, but I was grateful for it.Because I was going to puke.I knew it.I was going to shame Da and my brothers by puking over a dead man.A man who’d betrayed us.A man who’d
AELANOWDECLAN’S PLACE was nothing like I imagined.In fact, it was the opposite.It was… Japanese.Considering the family was borderline psychotic with their patriotism, both for the motherland and the States, that he’d gone for a very Asian influence clued me into the fact that Declan had opened himself up to the world.Hell, I bet he even ate ramen on Sundays, not just roasted meat with two veg.My lips quirked at the thought, even as I took a seat on the futon. Yep, that was the extent to this Japanese fusion Declan had going on.The dining table was low to the