Tesoro
I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms.
“Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet.
“This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them.
Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.
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