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“And what will ya do to them?” he questions with a gulp.
“They made their choice, Logan. It was the wrong one. Think ya can manage that?”
He doesn’t press any further. “All right. I can do that. Aye. I’ll give ya all the names of the men who used to work for the Kellys and whose side they’re now on.”
“Grand. That’ll be most helpful. Thank you.”
Logan won’t fuck with me because I know where he lives, who his children are, and that he is probably still fucking his wife’s best friend. If he goes behind my back, I’ll make sure he pays for his betrayal.
I release him, and he exhales in relief.
“Sooner rather than later, yeah?”
“Of course. I’ll run it over to ya tomorrow.”
He doesn’t stick around and quickly exits while he still can.
Brody is still talking to a couple of men, but he makes eye contact with me as he saw the exchange between Logan and me. I need to be very careful now that I know he wields more power than I thought.
My phone rings, and when I see the caller is Hannah, I answer.
“It’s Ethan,” she blurts out, her panic clear.
She doesn’t need to say another word as I’m out the door, running toward the car. Cian and Rory are following in hot pursuit, understanding the urgency. Rory deactivates the car alarm, and I almost rip open the door as I jump into the back seat.
The boys are in the car within seconds, and we’re speeding down the road toward Fiona’s house. No one speaks.
I’ve wiped my face paint off by the time we arrive. I don’t take the time to look at Fiona’s new house because I don’t care. She is standing in the front garden having a feg. She doesn’t recognize Rory’s car, but when I get out, she shakes her head, snickering.
“So typical of Hannah to call her knight in shining armor,” she quips, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Where is she?” I question, not interested in getting into an argument with her, but she has other ideas.
“Yer not welcome here, Puck. Go, before I call the peelers.”
“Listen to me, Fiona, whatever issues ya have with me, get over them. I’m here to help Ethan.”
She scoffs in response. “Help? Since when have you helped anyone but yerself. Just how ya helped yerself tomymoney. I’ve struggled since yer father died, bein’ a single mum, but no one seems to give a fuck about that!
“They’re all concerned about you!”
I don’t have time for her melodramatics, so I walk past her, as she’s past reasoning. But she grips my arm, stopping me. “If you set foot in my home, I’ll fucking kill ya.”
“Mum, enough!” Hannah scolds as she opens the front door. “Thanks for comin’.”
Eyeing Fiona’s fingers, I give her the option to remove them on her own accord, or I’ll remove them for her. She gets the hint and lets me go. But not before she lets me know what she thinks of me.
“Yer the reason Connor is dead. I wish it was you who died.”
Time hasn’t been kind to Fiona—I hardly recognize her. Some may be happy that their stepmum is suffering, but not me. I feel sorry for her.
“I wish that every day,” I reply, meaning every word.
She feels nothing but hatred and anger for me, and I know that’ll never change. There is no point trying to revive something that was dead long ago, so I walk past her and gesture to Hannah to take me to Ethan.
She walks down the short hallway and opens the last door on the left. She steps aside, and I see the boy I no longer recognize curled up on the single bed. He’s not under the covers. It looks like he passed out where he dropped.
“I found him like that,” Hannah whispers, working her bottom lip. “I think—”
