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“Killian.”
I spun around to see Neil, the gym owner and one of the best boxing trainers that ever lived, coming over to me.
“Hey, champ.”
He’d also been a boxing champ in local shows but had never quite made it to the big show. I knew it had something to do with the fact his wife and daughter had been killed by the IRA back in the day. It had kept him local, urging the youth of the day to steer clear of the IRA and keep their noses clean. For the most part, they did.
“Been a while since I saw your ugly mug in here.”
I smirked at him as I turned back to the boxing match in the ring. I knew the boxer parading around like a peacock in front of me.
We’d been in school together and he’d always been a ponce.
“When did Brendan Kelly get back in town?”
“He comes back every year to visit his family,” Neil told me. “He’s not such a dickhead as he was back then. You should give him a chance.”
“Never,” I replied. “That fuckhead is lucky to be walking and breathing now.”
I remembered what the asshole had done to my brother when he’d been all of twelve. Conor hadn’t been the same for almost two years after.
“Give him a chance, Killian.”
I’d never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as I did right now and after my little run in with the boys from London, I wanted to do it even more.
Only with a gun.
“You need to blow off some steam?” Neil asked.
I nodded.
“Come on.”
I headed back with him. He grabbed the tape and began to tape my hands. We were silent and he left the room once he was done. I pulled my jacket and shirt off, leaving the singlet I had on underneath. I grabbed a water bottle from the side of the room and filled it with water before I headed out to the bags.
Brendan had a captive audience around him as I shrugged off the hatred I had for the man and the memory of seeing my little brother beaten and bloody that fateful day. The fucker deserved to be in prison or six feet under, and I’d held back.
I’ll forever regret that decision.
As I got into the mindset of bashing the bag in front of me, I removed Brendan, and thought of the stressors from the London invasion and how the hell I was going to get Sloane out of my mind.
Hell, I knew how ridiculous that was. She’d never left my mind since the day I met her.
I knew she’d always be a part of me, whether she was with me or not.
“Shit, is that you Killian O’Farrell?”
I gritted my teeth as I turned to face Brendan Kelly and hopefully not act on my impulses and end up in prison.
CHAPTERTWO
KILLIAN
EIGHTEEN YEARS EARILER
I winced once my sunglasses were removed from my eyes. The day was bright, and sunny. A rare occurrence, but they certainly did happen.
“You’re going to go to all your classes,” Lorcan said, angrily. “And you’re going to pay attention and fucking graduate in two years. Understand?”
