“They sure have lady balls,” Finn muttered.
Da gave me a look. “That sort of loyalty means something.”
“That it does,” I agreed, warmed by the gesture.
“Do I want to know who Lenny-the-fence is?” Dusty asked.
I shook my head. Because I was pretty sure he was a mobster.
“How about if we warm up the lasagnas and work this out? I’m a reasonable man and I’m sure we can come up with a solution. I’ll support Fiona’s dreams and do whatever I need to make her happy,” I announced.
“Is hockey playing a career or is it like acting where you’re really a waiter?” Finn grumbled.
“Um, I think hockey playing is an actual sport. Boston has a team. I don’t know how much they get paid though,” one of the dads said.
“And one’s amusician?” another dad asked.
Dusty nodded.
“Musician, not any better,” Eoin, Daddy, grimaced. “Fiona, Sweetheart while I’m all for you forming your own pack, youneed stability, not musicians, actors, and athletes. Those aren’t real jobs.”
I wasn’t about to argue with that really dumb statement. Because you couldn’t debate stupid.
Finn’s eyes focused on Hale. “What are you? A yoga teacher? An influencer? Oh, I know, a breathwork coach?”
“Sir, I’m in my last semester of getting my undergraduate degree in organic chemistry at Briar University in Research Circle, Carolina.” Nervousness rolled off of him.
“Oh. What do you plan on doing with that, son?” Da asked.
“I’d like to get my PhD. I had planned on working for Compass BioTek, but I could work just about anywhere,” he mumbled.
“That seems reasonable. See, you need more mates like that, and less people chasing silly dreams. Still, I don’t like any of it. But I suppose we can discuss this,” Finn added.
“That sounds good to me.” As long as I no longer had to look at a barrel of a gun.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Saoirse
Rubbing my forehead, I sat down on a patio chair in the backyard. This was a massive clusterfuck.
An unnecessary clusterfuck.
One that my parents and ex were fueling. They’d actually had the audacity to threaten the Company and demand they terminate my employment due to contract breach.
That hurt, becausethatwouldn’t just make me the enemy of the Company.
That would make mehunted.
Sure, my parents didn’t like me. But for them to essentially want me dead?
Meanwhile, my phone was flooded with messages and calls from my parents, demanding I return to the clan for punishment, because I’d embarrassed them.
Like I had done something awful. Which I hadn’t. Block. Block.Block.
The thing was, the Company didn’t even realize that it was me in the video. Especially since my cousins had beenverybusy making sure that even though people had identifiedme,they hadn’tidentified the assassin part of me.
It wasn’t like one could easily find out I worked for the Company anyway. Even then, personal information about me was hard to find. Dusty had tried.
