AllFreeNovel
Share Us
A couple hours later, still none the wiser about how Dead To Me knew The Whistler well enough that she wanted to meet up—seriously, she hated everyone, and meeting people was her idea of torture—I stared at an overly large brownstone that, in this city, was ugly as fuck yet had a value of thirty million. Or maybe more.
NYC made no sense.
“When did they move into this place?” I asked Conor as he rested a hand on my back and guided me toward the door.
The last I knew, Aoife and Finn lived in one of the Acuig penthouses.
“A few weeks after Da died.”
I grimaced. “Oh.”
His lips twitched. “Oh. You always look like I’ve caught you with your hand in the cookie jar when I mention that.”
“Atonement. Remember?”
“It’d be easier to get that in a tattoo. Instantaneous results,” Cin chimed in.
“That’s not the point, Cin,” Conor chided.
“By the time you reach the point, Conor, you’ll both be eighty. Guilt,shame, these aren’t feelings that plague people like us. We get them burned out of our psyches during training.”
“Not true,” I argued.
She scoffed. “Tell me are you at all sorry about what happened at the ‘you know where’ with the ‘you know who?’”
“Not really.”
Her lips twitched. “And would you do it again if you could?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, so what about that sounds like you’re sorry?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to hurt Conor—”
“Yes, but you just said you’d do it again and hindsight is a beautiful thing because you know you missed ‘you know who’ so it was like a pointless endeavor.”
“No. That bitch is eating slugs now,” I retorted, referring to our dearly departed First Lady. “That was worth it. Traitorous cunt. She hurt Conor’s family, Cin. Shit like that people have to pay for.”
“Wait, that’s why you wanted her…gone?”
“There were a lot of reasons, but she was integral to your sister-in-law losing her mother, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“Did she deserve to, you know, be alive?”
He frowned. “And with Da, that was because…”
“He was a shit dad,” I said flatly. To Cin, I grumbled, “He said that art was making his son gay.”
Cin’s brows lifted. “Are you bi, Conor? I’d be interested in watching—”
“Cin!”
“What? Sex is art, Star. I’ve told you this a million times. You know I like watching—”
“Are we having this conversation on my brother’s front stoop?” Conor sighed.
