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“Brennan!” Priestley cried, sitting up and turning to him with beseeching eyes.
I kicked her in the face and watched as, howling in pain, she returned to her fetal position of earlier.
He frowned, his discomfort clear. “You got any answers yet?”
“This is why you don’t send a man to deal with a woman. Bitches are your weakness. You need to watch that.” I wagged my finger at him then shoved Priestley onto her back when she bobbed up again. “You want a quick death, Priestley?”
“I don’t want to die,” she pleaded.
“It’s going to happen today.” As she sobbed, I continued over her noise, “You signed your own death warrant when you sold Conor out.”
“I didn’t, I didn’t!”
“You fucking did. The person who told me wouldn’t have lied to me.” Not unless Anton wanted another fork through his palm. “He told me you shared intel with Sheridan Reinier.”
“Danny?” Priestley whispered.
“Sheridan Reinier,” I corrected. “Not Danny.”
With her good hand, she grabbed my arm and sat straighter. “You know him? Where is he? Is he okay?”
Totally confused, I shot Brennan a look. He was just as bewildered as I was because Priestley had stopped sounding terrified for herself and was starting to sound worried for the prick whose eternal resting place was a metal coffin.
Well, until he was moved so some other schmuck could spend his last days in the shipping container.
“Who is he to you?”
She ducked her head between hunched shoulders. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?” I repeated.
“He’s gone missing.” She sniffled before she glowered at Brennan. “Did the O’Donnellys have him killed as well?”
“Explain this to me," I demanded, ignoring her question. "You told him shit about the Five Points during pillow talk?”
Priestley sniffed. “What? I’m not allowed to talk to my man about the bastards who killed my husband?”
“Not sure you’re in a position to snipe at us when you got over Callum so quickly,” Brennan rumbled. “And I know for a fact that Finn has been giving you cash, so it’s not like you need—”
“You gave her cash?” I blurted out, shaking my head. “Jesus, you are fucking pussies for bitches.”
“She hadn’t done anything wrong by that point,” Brennan snapped. “And she has a kid.”
“She’s got two arms and legs as well. There are things called a job. She spends her days at home alone with Callum’s mom looking after the kid. Lazy bitch.
“You weren’t such a ‘mommy’ then, were you? What were you—Reinier’s sugar baby?” I scoffed, kicking her in her bad shoulder until she was sobbing on the ground again. “You sold out the people who were literally putting food on your fucking table, you stupid cunt.”
“I didn’t! I didn’t!”
“You did, you lying bitch. You can tell me what you said or you can enjoy an extended stay here. The choice is yours.”
“I didn’t say anything,” she screamed, her face turning red hot.
“Maybe she didn’t—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled at Forrest, who jumped back in surprise. “She did. The word of the person who told me is sacrosanct. This cunt’s isn’t. She sold your people out. Her husband sold your people out. She’s a fucking traitor. If you can’t handle this, leave it to someone who goddamn can.”
Blanching, Forrest hunched his shoulders. “She seems convincing.”
