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“Yeah.” He grunted. “I haven’t done anything like that for a while though. I’m not sure why Ma’s pissed at me.”
“Maybe she didn’t like your gift.”
“It was a Fabergé egg!” Conor grumbled. “How couldn’t she like it?”
“Well, you did something,” I reasoned.
“Yeah, I know.” He scrubbed his chin, and though I sensed his confusion hadn't abated, his curious nature had him asking, “Anyway, why you sitting outside Da’s office?”
“Got a confession to make.”
“You a Sparrow as well?” Kid taunted.
“Yeah, I’m a fucking Sparrow. 'Course.” I pushed his shoulder. “Prick.”
He grinned at me, his confusion fading some. “Well? What is it?”
On any other occasion, I’d have told him it had nothing to do with him. Only this time, it did.
“I don’t wanna tell this story twice.”
“Then don’t. Get your ass in there. It looks fucking weird, you sitting out here like this, so you need to make a move.”
I’d gotten a few looks, so I knew he wasn’t wrong. Normally, I’d have nothing to hide, but I had kept something from Da… something bad.
“Think he meant what he said?”
“About the armistice?” Conor shrugged. “For today. Maybe not tomorrow. You know his moods are like the weather.”
That was exactly what I feared, but the truth was, I was running out of time.
Callum O’Reilly’s disappearance was starting to make waves.
Da had already asked me three times about him, mostly because his best bud, Mark, was Callum’s dad.
Priestley, the lying fucker’s wife, had come to my place sobbing four nights ago, begging me for information about the bastard’s whereabouts.
It was either have my ass handed to me or come clean.
On Armistice Day.
I knew how he worked. Had seen it in action after he’d made Eoghan toe the line before his wedding.
But I wasn’t Eoghan. I was integral to command and the men held me in too high a regard for them to hold me down while he beat me. That meant he’d go after Camille because our men weren’t as loyal to a new Russian bride as they were to me.
If he did that, I'd be forced to kill him.
That in mind, I got to my feet and muttered, “You need to hear this too, Kid.”
He arched a brow but shuffled after me, then bumped into me when I just stared at the door, my hand balled into a fist and raised, ready to knock.
“What the hell have you done?” Conor questioned as he backed off. “I ain’t seen you scared of Da in years.”
He wasn't wrong, but I’d never killed a Five Pointer before.
