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“I did what I promised,” I say, inhaling at the memory of my blade effortlessly cutting through muscle and flesh. “I took Brody Doyle’s head.”
There is no need to elaborate further because the fact that I’m still standing and he isn’t is a sure sign we’ve won the war—for now.
Rory drives to the address Ron text to Cian. We’re all silent, pensive to what transpired and what’s headed our way.
I can still feel Brody’s warm blood coating my hands as I detached his head from his shoulders. I can still taste his fear as he took his last breath. I didn’t know how I’d feel when I finally avenged my mum, and now that it’s done, I realize I still feel numb.
Sean is the one that I want. Brody and Aidan were the starters, and now, I’m ready for the main course.
“What the fuck?”
Rory’s curse has me sitting up, and when I see a car parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights on and Ron Brady standing by it, my heart begins to race for an entirely different reason.
I’m out of the car before Rory puts it into park.
“Where is she?” I ask, the tone of my voice hinting to Ron that I’m not fucking around.
When he sees me, he quickly raises his hands in surrender. “She was out of the car before I could stop her.”
“Whereis she?” I repeat dangerously slow, not interested in his excuses.
He gestures to his head to the aul’ abandoned manor. “She ran into there.”
Just as I’m about to go in search of her, Rory rushes past me. “I’ll go.”
He doesn’t give me the option to argue, but I wouldn’t because even though they’re no longer engaged, he still sees himself as her closest confidant. It kills me not to go after her, but maybe he is the better choice anyway.
Cian stands by me, reading my thoughts, but doesn’t say a word.
“What happened?”
Ron removes his cap and rubs his sweaty brow. “We were on the way to the address I text ya. One minute, she was sittin’ quietly, and then the next, she’s jumpin’ out the car. If I was drivin’ any faster, she would have been killed.”
Looking at the manor, it takes all my willpower not to chase after her.
“She’s in shock,” I say, angry with myself for allowing her to see what I did.
“She’s tough, Puck. Don’t underestimate her.”
Ron is right, but there is no shame in needing a breather after witnessing your father’s head being removed from his body by the man you love.
“Thank you, Ron. What ya did back there, it’s changed everythin’. We’ve sent a message, and that message is…ya don’t want to fuck with Connor Kelly’s son.”
I don’t fail to see the irony in that statement as once upon a time, I would have rather cut out my own tongue than admit I was Connor’s son, but now, I wear that title with pride. I wish he were alive so I could tell him that.
But I’ll have to make it up to him in another way, and that’s rebuilding the kingdom he worked so hard to protect.
“We’re glad yer back, son,” Ron says, his sincerity ringing true. “Northern Ireland missed ya.”
“Aye, I missed her too.”
Cian nudges me with his elbow and when I see Rory walking toward us alone, I brace for the worst. “She doesn’t want me… She wants you.”
I open but soon close my mouth because there is nothing I can say that will erase the pain Rory feels at that fact. For him to phrase it the way he did, I make the assumption that he knows she wants me in more ways than one.
With a sigh, I walk past him, bracing for him to knock me on my arse. I won’t fight back. I deserve it. But he doesn’t strike me. He simply lowers his chin, unable to watch me console the woman he loves.
Like an utter bastard, I quickly go in search of Babydoll, forgetting about everything because the only thing that matters is finding her.
