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I’m glad we agree. Now, I can only hope Aoife doesn’t betray me. I hope that this is enough for her because it’s all I can offer.
Removing my hand from hers, I open the drawer and offer her a mobile phone. “I’m goin’ to contact ye on this from now on. Please don’t let anyone know ye have it. It’s safer this way.”
She accepts, placing the phone into her bag. “So what happens now?”
“Ye go about yer day like usual. I need to take care of some things.”
She nods, reading between the lines. “When can we see ye again?”
“As soon as it’s safe. I promise ye, I won’t abandon ye both.”
And I mean it.
“When I can, I want to do my own paternity test.”
“Whatever ye need.”
Tests have advanced since I last did mine, and apparently, DNA kits are available to do at home, which are then sent away for the results. “I need a mouth swab from Shay,” I say. “And some hair.”
“I can run it over to ye.”
But I shake my head. “Naw, I want to do it myself.”
The last time I trusted someone with these results, I believed I was a Doyle, so I am not taking any chances this time.
I’ve offended her, but this isn’t about her. It’s about something more important than she and I—it’s about Shay.
“No bother. All right, A’ll chat to ye soon then.” She gathers all her things and makes her way to the door.
Before she leaves, I leave her with something which I hope will ensure she does the right thing. “Thank you, Aoife, for doin’ the right thing, the right thing for Shay.”
Her shoulders shudder as she walks out the door.
With a sigh, I pour another glass of whiskey because so many things can go wrong. I’m relying on Aoife to think of Shay and to trust me. But if she tells Sean, we are so fucked. I also need to get eyes on Liam. I need to know if he’s going to pay Aoife another visit. I need to know why he was there in the first place.
Reaching for my phone, I text Ron, asking him to keep dick at Aoife’s place. I then send another text. It’s to Austin Bailey.
I want to meet your boss. Some things have changed, but the end game is still the same.
He replies a moment later.
He wants to meet you too. I’ll organize it.
I don’t ask when because I know how this works. I wait for the details.
When my phone chimes, and I see the message is from Sean, I can’t help the paranoia which creeps in.
Tea at my house. 7pm. See you then.
I don’t reply as this invitation isn’t optional. I have no idea what he has planned, but I know it can’t be good.
When I pull into Sean’s drive, I prepare myself for anything. No one has called me to alert me that something is wrong, so I hope that means this is just another one of Sean’s mind games.
I knock on the door, and when Sean opens it, a big smile slapped on his face, I remind myself his days are numbered.
“Son, so happy ye could make it.”
I grunt in response and push past him.
