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“Aye, but we know now.”
Uncle Sean nods, looking at me with nothing but pride. “If Brody is yer father, yer okay with killin’ him then?”
Without missing a beat, I reply, “I’m not just goin’ to kill him, Uncle Sean, I’m goin’ to torture him until he begs me to put him out of his misery. And even then, I will not. He is going to suffer in ways unimaginable, and I won’t feel a fucking thing about that.”
Uncle Sean is stoic. He’s never heard me speak this way. I realize it’s a lot to take in. He still sees me as the innocent wain he helped rear, but it’s time that stopped.
“I have to tell Connor,” he finally says.
“He’s the reason for this,” I state. “If he had control over his men, instead of being such an arrogant bastard, none of this would be happenin’.”
“I’m at fault as well.”
This is so like Uncle Sean to blame himself. But we both know this is Connor’s show. Nothing goes unless he gives it the green light. He was supposed to be our leader, but he’s just a fucking joke.
“Stop that,” I argue, refusing to stand here and allow him to take the blame. “This is Connor’s doin’. Everythin’ is his fault. He’s about to ruin this family, and even if I’m not a Kelly—”
But Uncle Sean stands abruptly. “Don’tcha finish that sentence, ya hear me? Yer a Kelly. Yer my blood”—he thumps his hand over his chest—“I care not what anyone says. Ye fight like a Kelly. Ye die like a Kelly.”
Nodding, I don’t let my sentiment show as I appreciate this more than he’ll ever know.
Connor hasn’t even bothered to address this issue. He dropped the bombshell, and that was it. But in a few days, I’ll know the truth because once that paternity test comes back, it’ll tell me if I’m a Kelly or not.
“Thanks. No matter what, y’ll always be my uncle.”
He averts his gaze, touched by my words. But he soon clears his throat. “All right then, I’ll make some calls. Ya did the right thing tellin’ me this. We’ll deal with these Doyles once and for all. Belfast is ours, and any fuckin’ Catholic who thinks they can come here and steal it from us will suffer desperately.”
“Nice one,” I hum in agreement, unable to wait for more bloodshed. But now, I need to phone the boys and fill them in.
I’m about to turn and leave, but Uncle Sean steps forward and hugs me. It’s a tight embrace. It’s one filled with affection. “Be careful, cub.”
I’m not exactly sure what I need to be careful of as everything has gone to shit, but I hug him back. If anything were to happen to him, I don’t think I’d survive this. I pull away, not wanting to make a fuss.
He smiles, and I’m relieved I told him. He is the only person I trust. He and the lads, that is. Speaking of, I can’t avoid them for much longer. Since the party, I’ve been dodging their calls as I don’t want to tell them about Babydoll.
The reason for that is I know they’ll tell me what a fucking eejit I am for not being more cautious about her. She’s a liar, a liar who refuses to tell me the truth. If this were anyone else, they wouldn’t be left standing.
But when I left Babydoll’s house, I knew I was in deep. There is no way I can hurt her. Liar or not, that doesn’t change my feelings for her. I don’t know what those feelings are, or how to deal with them, but what I do know is that I’ll protect her because she is mine.
“I’ll talk to ye later.”
Uncle Sean nods and takes a seat at his desk. I guess he’s got a few phone calls to make.
Closing the door behind me, I reach for my mobile and see three missed calls from Rory. I can’t avoid him any longer.
“All right, then?” I casually say when he answers.
“Have you spoken to Cian?”
The panic in his voice troubles me. “No, I have not. Why?”
“’Cause that arsehole usually phones me about ten times a day, and I haven’t heard from him in a few hours.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably out on the pull.”
“Ach, yer right,” he agrees. “Where ye been then?”
Keeping my voice low, I reply, “I’ve a lot to tell ya. Call on me tomorrow?”
