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“I doubt that’s what he wants.”
“Teeghan. We weren’t going to get back together and have our second chance romance,” I said, a little frustrated that we were still talking about this. “I am his past just as he is mine. Dublin is my future.”
Teeghan waited for the longest of moments with that dead gaze that scared so many before she snapped out of it and shrugged her shoulders before she grabbed a grape from the platter. “If that’s what you wish, then it’s what you shall have.”
“One more night of no talk about men, and especially no talk about the O’Farrell’s.”
“You got it, babe.”
Teeghan got up and moved over to her bag and pulled out a portable speaker. She hooked up her phone and started to blast songs from our younger years.
I finalized my removalist and put my laptop to the side.
One more night of fun before I started to heal in Dublin.
KILLIAN
“This is the place, boss,”Jimmy said as we sat in the car outside a club. I hated coming to London, even more so when I didn’t know who the enemy was but I needed to get away from the estate and away from Sloane as she left for Dublin. I couldn’t risk stopping her from leaving. I’d already gotten her into enough shit as it was and Amity was just the tip of the fucking iceberg. I knew Ronan was still out there, looking for blood. Sloane had made the right decision that day when she walked away from me, from us.
“Let’s go,” I announced as I got out of the car. Liam and Jimmy both stood behind me, my backup if needed. I had no intention of needing help tonight though. This was a fact finding mission. Lorcan was keeping an eye on things back home, and Conor was helping with my business while I was gone. I didn’t intend on being gone for long but there were always those odd occasions when you got blindsided.
We headed inside, the door guy allowing us entry quickly.
“Heads up,” I said to the boys. “Whoever it is, knows we’re here.”
We headed to the bar once we got inside and finally got to the front after a few minutes. The bartender was overworked but seemed nice enough.
“Who runs this place?” I asked him.
He looked toward a camera briefly before he threw his towel over his shoulder. A sign to his bosses that someone was asking about them, I assumed. It was the same thing my bartenders did at my own club.
“You looking for him for any particular reason?”
“Just needed to talk to him about a few mercs he sent my way.”
He was suspicious of me, which was fine, but I didn’t intend to tell a bartender my plans. He nodded toward a booth at the back after a short pause, probably seeing if I would eventually divulge our plans.
I was no fucking rookie.
“Go sit over there, he’ll be with you shortly.”
I nodded and took my boys over to it. The bartender came over not long after and put a bottle of whiskey down on the table with four glasses.
“I don’t like this,” Liam said. “He’s pouring Jameson. He knows who we are already.”
I didn’t want to voice it but I was having the same issue with this whole thing. Who the fuck were we working with here?
It didn’t take long before we were joined by a man, and not someone I would have expected to run a fucking huge operation that could hurt us.
“Gentlemen,” he said, taking a seat and pouring our drinks. “Nice of you to come all the way to London to speak.”
“Cut the crap, who are you?” I yelled over the music.
The blond haired, blue eyed mama’s boy in front of me had the audacity to smirk as he took a sip of the Jameson in his glass. “I’m not who you think I am. In fact, you’ll never get close enough to who it is that’s going to take over your business. I’m a cog in a very big machine.”
“The man asked who you were,” Liam said, his rich accent coming through. “Answer him.”
“Lawrence Somers. I run this side of London.”
