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“Welcome to the family, Sloane.”
He kissed me on the forehead and went back into his office. I felt the pain in his voice and I desperately wanted to help him but this was something he had been holding on to for years, over a decade.
It just made me realize how much Killian did for me. He risked us, our happiness, all those years ago, to protect me. By the time Finneas had died, I was with Sean.
God.
Why didn’t he just tell me what was going on with him?
Tears threatened. In the past I had been clueless about, which had led to all of this. It was a funny way to discover we were meant to be…but I’ll take it.
KILLIAN
The house was only a stone’s throw from where we had found the photos of Sloane before. The lights were on in the living area, I could see Sinead walking around, and Darren sitting down in front of the TV. Sinead seemed to be on the phone, throwing her hands around erratically.
“What are we going to do with this list?” Conor asked me as I lit another cigarette. “You need to quit that shit.”
“Fuck off, it’s helping me.”
“No, it’s not. I thought you quit anyway.”
“Yeah well recent events have made me want to take it up again, so sue me.”
Conor shook his head as he flipped through the pages again.
“Cathal is down the street, watching us, why don’t you take it down to them and get them to take it Lorcan.”
Conor turned in his seat and looked down the street at the black car Lorcan’s men had been waiting for our next move in.
“How long have they been with us?” Conor asked.
“A few hours. I guess they’ve been looking for days so that’s a credit to us that we kept them guessing that long.”
“Ronan may have people in that house we haven’t seen,” Conor said. “We should get Cathal to help us.”
“The way she is flailing about, she’s trying to explain something. They’re on the out with Ronan.”
Conor put all the papers back into the folder and got out of the car. I watched as he kept to the shadows and headed down to Cathal. It wasn’t long before Cathal was driving off and Conor came back without the folder. I got out of the car, and prepped my gun. We both headed toward the house, and quickly moved around to the back. Conor worked the lock on the back door and we entered the house as quickly as possible.
Conor took the rooms to check if we were alone with them. Sinead was screaming into the phone while Darren flicked through the TV channels, bored. Conor headed in through the kitchen, bending down to take the shot. I nodded and he shot into Darren’s skull. He dropped the remote he’d had in his hand. Sinead finally shut up and turned around to see her husband laying lifeless in the recliner. She dropped the phone and tried to look for a weapon or even to find where we were but both Conor and I knew how to keep ourselves hidden in plain sight.
Sinead walked straight into the kitchen where we both were. I raised my gun and pointed it at her head. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide in fear.
“Ple-” she started but my finger squeezed the trigger before she could finish. The bullet entered right between her eyes. She fell to the floor, dead instantly.
I walked over to the phone she had dropped, hearing the screaming voice on the other end. Picking it up, I held it to my ear, a smile appearing on my face when I heard who was screaming.
Ronan.
“Sinead can’t come to the phone right now.”
Silence.
“I’m coming for you.”
Ronan hung up without another word and I threw the phone to the floor. I grabbed Sinead’s body and dragged her by her arm into the living area.
“What are you doing?” Conor asked, putting his gun away.
