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A ragged breath ripped from my lungs when Kieran’s fingers trailed down my jaw, and my eyes locked with his.
A part. That’s all it was.
Because my rock was holding on to me, and he was keeping me from breaking. He was keeping the madness from consuming me.
He was numbing the pain, at least for a little while.
“Conor’s going to be here anyway, Beck,” I said, the words rasping up my sore throat from the screaming and crying I’d already done today. “Would you rather have him waiting outside when Mickey comes, or in here?”
Beck glowered at me, hands fisted and mouth mashed together.
“Think it’s time,” Kieran added. When Beck’s glare snapped to him, Kieran loosened a sigh. “You’ve kept him in the dark for eleven years, Beck. All this shit is about to go down right in front of him, so he should be prepared for what’s really happening. What’s been happening.”
Beck’s head moved in rough nods before he let out a roar and turned toward the front door. He opened it with so much force it smacked off the wall with a loud crack. But the seconds that followed passed in eerie silence as Beck reached for the door, clenching it tight in his grip to shut it.
For how angry he’d just been, the soft click of the door when it closed seemed so out of place.
“He’s not fucking there,” he breathed, his phone already in his hand and thumb flying over the screen.
Kieran tensed and shifted me behind him as he quickly started pulling knives from his
belt and pants.
“Was he there when you came?” Kieran was silent for so long that Beck snapped, “Kieran.”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t . . . Where are you?” Beck growled, relief pouring through his fear and frustration. A couple seconds passed before his shoulders sagged and he waved off Kieran. “All right, look. When you get back here, I need you to come into the guesthouse.”
“No,” I said quickly.
“No?” Beck echoed.
“I have to bring him in.” My eyes lifted to where Kieran was now staring at me curiously. “Mickey thinks he owns me. If he’s watching the camera, he needs to see me touch Conor and bring him in.”
The guys stared at me in silence. Beck with eyebrows raised, Kieran with a murderous look in his cold eyes.
“I was warned what would happen if I ever touched or seduced him. Mickey will come here,” I said confidently.
“Uh . . .” Beck cleared his throat. “You need to play along and let Jess bring you into the house. We’ll explain everything once you’re inside . . . All right.” He tapped his phone against his palm a few times after ending the call, his eyes on me. “Do you have to touch my brother?”
I rolled my eyes and moved past Kieran to sit down.
“It’s a question,” he said defensively.
I didn’t bother telling him I wouldn’t be touching Conor the way he thought.
I didn’t bother saying anything as I sank heavily in the chair.
There was a hole in my chest, growing wider and wider.
And it felt like I might drown in it.
Momma.
A strong hand gently fell to my chest, resting there in comfort and strength.
Silently trying to mend the chasm in my chest faster than it could spread.
