Declan
My motheronce told me not to look into a redheaded woman’s eyes for more than ten seconds or else I’d fall in love and then be cursed—she was right.
When I believed Fallon betrayed me, all sorts of murderous nonsense consumed my thoughts. I was tied up and left on a plane with no idea where I was going or if I was even going to survive.
Thirty-thousand feet in the air, I got my answer when the pilot held a gun to my head and placed a laptop in front of me.
I had two options. I could relax and listen to what the man on the screen had to say, or he could open the door and throw me out of the plane.Sansparachute.
I went with option one and listened to what March—the man—had to say. We had a colorful conversation. I see why Fallon is so fond of him.
Turns out, my copperhead killer struck a deal with Ronan in exchange for my life. I don’t think anyone’s done anything so righteous for me before. And I can’t believe Ronan went for it. But I also know how obsessed he is with her. So it kind of makes sense in the long run.
He always gets what he wants. That has been true since the day I met the bastard.
The plan was to fly to Ireland and drop me on my arse. Well, that’s the plan Ronan was supposed to believe. When in reality, we flew to Ireland, had a pint, stamped the flight plan for proof, and then flew home. I was supposed to hide out in a safehouse in Vermont until Fallon could take out Ronan, but we all know how well that turned out.
I couldn’t not see her. I couldn’t damn well stop thinking about her. And I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let her kill Ronan on her own. I have a score to settle. And if anyone is putting a bullet in that man’s brain,it’s me.
Now that I have a car and some cash thanks to March, and no one looking for me, I can even the playing field. Which is exactly what I plan to do. Oh, the trunk-load of ammo doesn’t hurt either. “You know she’s going to murder both of us if we pull this off, right?” March purrs.
“Yup.”
“She’ll probably torture us first. Pull our fingernails off or some shit, and laugh while we beg for mercy.”
“Probably.”
“I’m telling her it was all your idea.” He has no qualms about throwing me under the bus.
“It isn’t a lie.”
“You’re crazy.”
“That’s true, too. I’m not holding a gun to your head. You can bail if you want.”
“Please. And leave you to play Rambo all by yourself? Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you’re gonna need someone to bail your suicidal ass out if you run into trouble.”
“I’d rather be dead than leave my girls with that psycho another minute.”
“Fallon has it handled.”
“I can’t leave her to take care of my problems. If she fucks up and ends up dead, that’s on me. It was a shit deal. She should’ve never made it.”
“She knew what she was doing,” March argues.
“Maybe, but she shouldn’t have acted alone.”
“That’s what a lone wolf does. Besides, I think you’re just pissed they’re fucking.”
“Pretty pissed, yeah.”
“The tattooed tough-guy routine kind of does it for me.” March ogles me.
“Only pussy does it for me. Are you ready?”I’m done lollygagging.
“Yes,” he sighs. “Party pooper.”
“I’ll throw you a fucking quinceañera if we make it out of this alive.”
