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"Ya know who they are. The ones I promised ya to."
A cold chill runs down my spine. My mouth turns dry.
He adds, "The O'Learys are who ya belong with anyway."
My pulse skyrockets. "Tell me you're lying, Da. Tell me ya did not promise me to the O'Learys."
His lips curl. "Aye, I did, and that's why you're coming with me. I will not die because of your disobedience."
"My disobedience? Did ya forget that ya promised me to Tynan, and I'm married to him?" I exclaim.
"I told ya on your wedding day that I was there to save ya. You're not meant to be with him!" Da roars.
"Ya lost me in a bet to him," I fume.
He grunts and drinks more, grumbling, "That was just in the moment. There was no contract."
"What contract?" I ask again, my voice shaking, more scared than ever of what he's done. Giving me to Tynan was the best thing he's ever done. I'm actually happy now. My life is full of great things. But if he really did promise me to the O'Learys...
Oh God.
Tynan won't allow it.
Da grabs my wrist. "You're coming with me." He squeezes harder.
"Ow. Let me go, Da!"
"No, you're coming with me," he insists.
Brogan lunges across the room and orders, "Get your hands off her."
Da doesn't move. He glances at Brogan. "Mind your own business, lad. I won't warn ya again."
Brogan steps closer and threatens, "I'm going to tell ya one more time. Get your hands off of her."
Da releases me, and a twisted expression fills his face. It's a smile I've not seen before, and everything about it scares me. My voice cracks. "Da?"
He whips a gun out of his pocket. It's old and has rust on the barrel. He points it at Brogan.
"Da! What are ya doing?" I shout.
He snarls, "I'm in charge. Now, get your hands up," he says, drunkenly waving the gun at Brogan.
Brogan shakes his head, puts his hands on the table, and leans closer. "Ya don't have it in ya, old man. Are there even bullets in there?"
"Ya want to find out?" Da warns.
Arrogance fills Brogan's face.
"Please just go away. I don't want ya to get hurt," I interject, unsure what Da is capable of anymore.
Brogan glances at me. "He's not going to—"
A gunshot fills the air, so loud it's deafening.
Brogan slumps to the floor. Blood pools around him.
I look in horror at my father, shrieking, "Da, what did ya do?"
