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Nothing.
I leaned back against the wall and folded my arms over my chest. “Considering you haven’t had a job for me since all the shit went down with the Borellos, I don’t
know why I’m here.”
Anger replaced his excitement in the blink of an eye and was gone just as fast.
A normal man might have missed it.
But I wasn’t normal.
He cleared his throat and sat on his desk, letting that wide smile cross his face. “You’re here because I happen to know that you’ve been seeing someone.”
My fingers twitched against my chest as the possibilities of what his next words would be raced through my mind. In the time it took for me to take a slowing breath, I knew which knife I would grab first. In the time it took for me to take two, I’d locked on to my composure and remained where I was.
Calm and furious.
“If you ask me, Kieran . . . six months is awful fast to move on from my daughter. Especially considering you were meant to love my daughter forever.”
Created to.
“I know Lily left you, but if I’m not mistaken—and I’m not—this is more than a revenge fuck.”
My blood ran cold as that blinding smile turned challenging. As I realized he knew more than he should. More than I thought.
“And to move from Lily to a girl like that?”
“What’d you do to her?” The demand ripped from my chest, betraying the composure I’d been trying to hold on to.
“Nothing. Yet.” He held up a finger to stop me—like it could stop me—and let loose a deep laugh. “Let me play something for you before you decide you want to kill me for the ninetieth time in your life.” He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, then let it out with a whistle. “And don’t forget there’s that whole Conor thing now. I mean . . . right? That would suck.”
I forced myself to breathe. Forced that sick, consuming darkness away as Mickey twisted to tap his keyboard.
I’d never seen him look as malicious as he did when he looked back at me.
And then there was a voice that was familiar in a way that made me instantly at war with myself.
Because I knew that voice. But it couldn’t be her.
“I’ve done my job. There’s nothing,” she bit out. “You’re paranoid and that’s not my goddamn fault.”
“But have you really tried?”
My head snapped up at the response to her. I would know Mickey’s voice anywhere.
“I’ve searched every inch of that room. I’ve done everything to make him trust me,” she went on. “I’ve done everything to make him fall in love with me. I’ve lost clients and a week’s worth of income to search and pry information from your assassin. And it was all for nothing.”
I stood there for long seconds after the recording ended, my stare falling to the floor at some point.
My stomach felt like it was filled with lead and my chest felt tight.
Beck was right. She’d been lying the entire goddamn time . . . and I’d fucking fallen for it.
“I’ll be here for you when you realize how good she is at playing her game.”
Mickey stepped up in front of me and sighed.
Less than a second. Half a thought. He would be dead.
