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“I…love you, Puck, and I know ya feel somethin’ for me too. What we went through, no one will understand it.”
I wait for him to deny it. To tell Aoife that the only person who understands him is me. But he doesn’t.
“Aye, yer right. No one will understand it. What we shared is between us, and I won’t forget it.”
Tears spill down my cheeks, wetting the gag his cherished Aoife bound me with. Each kind word he says to her just breaks me further.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll phone ya later.”
When I hear the unmistakable sound of someone’s cheek being kissed, I curse the world. I’ve heard enough.
Seconds turn into minutes, hours as I lie on the bed, attempting to process that Puck was here. He was actually here. But he wasn’t here to save me.
The door opens, and I can smell Aoife’s perfume. She’s here to gloat.
I allow her to remove the gag, moving my jaw from side to side. I don’t say a word. But she knows I heard.
“Sorry ’bout that. I didn’t want my boyfriend to hear.” She is so elated at the fact, her grin almost blinds me.
She has no idea that I know Puck. But I also have no idea if she’s lying or not. I don’t want to believe he’s her boyfriend, but my spirit is broken. I don’t know anything anymore.
“Why am I here? What use am I to you?”
Aoife smiles broadly. “Yer goin’ to bring my family together. They just don’t know it—yet.”
A shiver runs down my spine because her ominous words come with a warning. It’s only a matter of time until my real use comes to fruition.
Aoife closes the door, once again locking me in my prison, but this time is different. No longer will I wait for someone to save me. It’s time I saved myself, and when I do, every single person who betrayed me will pay.
Every single one…
It’s been three days since I met Shay, and I still don’t know how to process that he may be my son.
When Aoife left suddenly, I thought it was because she found a better job elsewhere, away from the depraved. But when I saw the little boy with blond hair and blue eyes, I realize she left for another reason.
For the first time in a long time, I was speechless. All I could do was stare at the wee lad who can be no more than five years old. He didn’t cower. He stood tall, watching me just as curiously as I was him. I don’t want to believe I could be his father, but I can see the similarities.
Aoife was right. We do share something only she and I can understand. I am grateful for everything she did for me. But I don’t harbor the same feelings for her. I don’t love her. I never did. I know that makes me a heartless bastard, but it’s the truth.
I never asked about Aoife’s life because honestly, I didn’t care. I thought she was riding me because she was caught up in the hype of the Kelly name. We both made the other feel good, and I thought that was enough.
But I was stupid to think no deed goes unpunished.
I’ve asked Aoife for a paternity test, which she’s agreed to, but I’m still waiting.
A car pulls up the drive, and I know by the engine’s sound that it’s Sean.
He’s been keeping a low profile which worries me. What’s he up to?
I can only hope Aoife keeps to her word and doesn’t tell Sean I know about Shay because this is the first time I’ve got the upper hand.
When Sean enters the castle, he whistles, obviously not impressed with her state. “This place has seen better days,” he says, and when he sees the state of me, he shakes his head. “The same can be said about you. What happened to yer face?”
He appears sincere as he examines the stitches in my face, but someone told Cormac I was responsible for Rory’s death, and it wouldn’t surprise me if that someone was Sean.
Dr. Shannon sewed up my face, but he said it’ll leave a scar, which I already knew. As for my other injuries, they’ll heal, as my body is used to the constant beatings.
“I fell down some stairs,” I reply sarcastically. “What do ya want?”
