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On instinct, I reach for the brooch in my pocket, thankful, but still confused why Babydoll gave it back. But to be honest, I’m confused—period—when it comes to her.
She said my door was open, but I know I locked it which means someone was in my room. The thought leaves me ragin’ because I want to know who it was. I checked if anything was stolen, but nothing was. Amber promised she nor the kids were in my room. She looked pissed off when she asked me who Babydoll was.
I told her she’s no one, but she didn’t seem convinced. When I asked her what Babydoll had said, she replied that she didn’t remember, which is a lie. Amber seems suspicious about Babydoll too, and I plan on finding out why.
I changed the locks on the door, but if whoever wants to get in is determined, no lock will stop them.
Without a doubt, Babydoll is hiding something. I know firsthand what it’s like to live a lie. Rory is currently doing every search possible on her, and I hope he finds something which will shed some light on who she is.
I still don’t know why she stole from me as she answered a question with a question. She insinuated she took it because, as being a servant for the Duffys would imply, she isn’t as fortunate as I am. So if that’s the case, then why didn’t she sell it? Just by looking at it, she’d know it was worth a lot of money.
Nothing about her makes any sense and I know she is trouble, but that just has me wanting her all the more.
I have no problems touching her. I find myself reaching out for her without thought. That’s something that’s never happened before. She’s toxic, I can feel it in my bones, but the mystery of who she is and why I’m drawn to her outweigh good sense.
I will get to the bottom of this, one way or another, and then the question is, what will I do?
But all of that can wait when the door opens and Nolen Ryan’s silhouette is outlined by the moon.
“Punky?” he questions, clearly shook I’m here and not my da.
“What’s the craic, Nolen?”
He pauses in the doorway, but enters as he knows he can willingly do so—or I’ll force him to. The gun in the small of my back will aid me if need be.
The single light bulb hanging from the banjaxed ceiling provides some light, but I don’t need it to know that Nolen is scared. He knows what I can do. He’s seen it. But he never thought I’d do those unspeakable things to him.
“Everythin’ all right then?” he nervously asks, taking a juke at our mingin’ surroundings.
Curling my lip, I shrug casually. “I don’t know. Is it?”
The room is filled with an uncomfortable tension, and as much as I don’t want to hurt Nolen, he can’t leave here alive.
With a sigh, I reach into my backpack and produce the damning piece of evidence—his Catholic Bible.
The moment he sees what I’m holding, he drops to his knees and interlaces his hands. “Please, naw. It’s not what ya think.”
“No?” I counter, flicking through the pages in disgust. “So, this isn’t yer Bible?”
When he lowers his chin, whimpering, I lose patience and slam the book against his cheek. His head snaps to the left.
“I’ll not tell ya again.”
“Please, let me go. Y’ll never see me again,” he begs, lifting his chin and the full moon catches the tears in his eyes.
“Aye, that’s where yer right. I won’t see ya ’cause y’ll be dead.”
“Oh, shite,” he cries, shaking his head frantically. “Punky, I’ve a family.”
If this is supposed to move me, Nolen needs to try another tactic because all he’s doing is boring me with his excuses.
“So did I,” I reveal, the Bible clenched in my hand. “Until your kind decided to kill her. I can’t let ya live, Nolen. Ya know that. Yer a traitor. Yer a fuckingCatholic. How do I know yer not involved with the Doyles?”
“I would never!” he gasps, pleading I believe him.
“How can I believe ya? Ya see the position y’ve put me in? I let ya go, how do I know yer not gonna run to Brody Doyle and tell him Connor Kelly’s eldest son is a pussy.”
“I’m not messed up with Brody Doyle!” he exclaims, the white of his eyes almost glowing under the light. “I swear down. I fucked up, so I did. I’m sorry. But my wife, she’s Catholic. What was I supposed to do? I’ve not told anyone because I knew what would happen.
