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My brother’s sister? Definitely hands off before he sliced them off.
So why did my fingers curl in at the thought? Why did I ache to smooth back her hair from her furrowed brow?
Upon approaching the gates, her fear hit me like a sucker punch, and I reasoned that was why everything about her got to me. My Robin Hood complex pinged to life in her company.
A quick scan behind her revealed nothing, but then, West Orange wasn’t exactly her stomping ground.
“What do you want?”
If my voice wasn’t welcoming, then so be it. Shewasn’twelcome here.
I knew Sin kept an eye on her from time to time; I had even helped him out with that when he’d been deployed.
Much as Storm had done with his missus, I’d been tasked with guard duty on a few occasions.
Especially when shit in Manhattan was getting interesting, and where those Irish were concerned, it was rare that some mischief wasn’t afoot.
For all that I’d collected bits and pieces about her, one thing I did know—Sin was a stranger to her.
So why the fuck had she come to the compound?
“I need Padraig. Is he here?”
It was ridiculous. But my temper was pricked at her saying she needed Sin.
“His name’s Sin,” I corrected. “Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been trying to callSinbut there’s no answer.”
“How do you have his number?” I demanded.
She didn’t reply, just raised her hand and there was a cell phone in it. Nothing swanky, definitely a burner cell and not a device that a society princess like her would be carrying.
Well, not one from this year, at any rate.
Sin must have given it to her.
Letting that be the answer to my question, I asked, “Why do you want to speak with him?”
She gnawed on her bottom lip. “He’s… I am… He’s my half-brother,” she managed to blurt out, still standing behind the door to the backseat.
Was it a shield?
Was she getting ready to dive back in?
I knew that the situation had to be bad for her to come here.
She was the daughter of a Five Pointer, and Five Pointers tended to think that they were infallible or untouchable even though they wereveryfallible and touchable.
Bikers and the mob weren’t exactly on friendly terms. We’d been used by them a couple of times for transportation, but it was always quite clear that we weren’t respected.
Jackasses.
But hey, I didn’t respect them either. I knew the stunts they pulled and had seen them for myself.
Either way, I knew the situation in the city had calmed down since the Colombians had been taken out in Manhattan.
There’d been a couple drive-by shootings targeting the Five Points, and ever since, shit had been touch and go for a while, but as calm as NYC could ever be, it was.
