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That had been a fucking lesson and a half.
I just hadn’t known the hooker I’d found in an alleyway that day, Grainne, might have something to do with the club.
"The strip club," she confirmed before she hissed under her breath. "He really didn’t tell you about me? Goddammit, Aidan."
I knew she wasn’t talking to me right then.
She called Da Aidan?
It was his fucking name, but that didn’t mean a lot of people ever dared use it.
Suddenly weary, I reached up and rubbed my eyes. "What do you want, Grainne?"
"I need you to come down to Queens of Heart—"
"Why?"
"Because I have something for you, and I need you to come and make an example out of thiseejitwho thinks he can beat one of my girls."
I was on the brink of saying that was below my fucking pay grade, but her demand would only make sense if: "Theeejit’sa Five Pointer?"
"He is. Cain MacMurray."
I almost groaned.
I hated that fucking asswipe.
"What makes you think this is my job?" I rumbled, massaging my temple where another headache was starting to form.
"Because itisyour job. Your da would come here and sort this shit out for me. We had a special relationship."
Eyes flaring, I spat, "Howspecial?"
"He dealt with these problems for me."
"Every time you had an issue with a pissed off john he came down to Queens of Heart? All the way from upstate?"
"No. Every time I had a problem with a fucking Five Pointer," Grainne corrected with a sniff. "We had a mutually beneficial relationship, Junior. I’d like to continue that even if your da’s dead. You’ll understand when you get your ass down here and I can give you my gift."
My jaw cracked. "You weren’t seeing him, were you?"
"I dated Frank," she told me coolly, incidentally confirming my supposition that the hooker in the alley back in the day and this woman were one and the same. "He was the only O’Donnelly I was interested in."
"You were his side piece." It wasn't a question.
"I was."
I rocked back in my seat. "I asked after you; Da never mentioned you and he went into business."
"No one knew."
"No one?" I asked dubiously.
"That’s the definition of zero people, right? Or have I forgotten how to use the English language?"
Christ, she had a mouth on her.
I grunted. "It’s hard to keep shit like that secret."
