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“Maybe,” was all I said a few minutes later after the silence grew too thick for me to deal with.
Fuckers knew how to get me to talk.
I cleared my throat. “It’s old news.”
“Nah. The history is always part of the present,” Conor stated too sagely for my liking. “We’re here for you now, and we’re going to make the bitch pay.”
“You swept the car for bugs, didn’t you?” I inquired drolly.
“Duh,” he rumbled. “I think we need to get in there, tell her we know what her game is, and if she’s going to threaten you then we can threaten her back. I can easily show the Feds how I traced the bank account.”
“Stalemate,” Brennan chimed in.
“Exactly. I love it when a plan comes together.” Conor rubbed his hands together.
“Until she calls our bluff. I don’t want to go to jail—”
Brennan snickered. “Like you would. The director’s in Da’s pocket, Dec. Fuck, you know that. You ain’t going nowhere.”
Unease whispered through me. “You don’t know that.”
“What? You want to kill her?” Conor queried, like he was asking if I wanted ketchup with my burger.
“Might have to,” I answered with a sigh, reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose. “I don’t want to, not with the shit it will stir, but you never know with her. She’s a fucking slimy bitch.”
“That she is,” Brennan agreed. “She picked the perfect job for someone like her. A pig can never be trusted.”
I nodded, totally on board with that. “Just like her father,” I added.
“Yeah. Just like Jimmy. Fat fucker,” Brennan agreed.
“Seamus would say you’re being fattist,” Conor pointed out. “Hey, Dec, did I tell you how much I love your kid? He’s fucking awesome.”
I grinned. “You think so, huh?”
“I do.” He cut me a look. “Did you talk about what he wanted me to show him the other night?”
Brows lifting, I replied, “No. I don’t think so. He’s been quiet since school started for real. What did you show him?”
“Sweet fuck, tell me you didn’t explain the birds and the bees to him. He’ll never get his leg over if you did,” Brennan mocked.
Hiding a laugh when Conor scowled at him, I questioned, “What was it, C?”
“He wanted to learn about the family.”
“What about it?” I asked warily.
“Whenever he searched the O’Donnellys, he kept getting the wrong information—mostly because it’s part of my job to make sure that people get the wrong information. So I pointed him in the right direction.”
Brennan heaved a sigh. “I swear, Conor, you’re a brilliant idiot. Why would you show him that shit?”
“He needs to know.”
Dread filled me, but then, there was no point in dreading it. What had he just said?History affects the present…I didn’t want Shay to know about the family’s roots, but he had a right to. But it sure as hell put a slant on why he’d been quiet recently.
“Wait, you mean he challenged Da knowing what he does about him?” And he’d called me ‘dad’ afterward too.
“Yeah. Swear, that kid’s got brass balls,” Conor remarked with a grin, and because I’d thought that about Shay too, I couldn’t disagree.
