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“Saw what?”
“Your fucking boyfriend, or husband, or w-w-whatever he was.” He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I can’t get him out of my fucking head.”
“Are you talking about Keir Wilson? Because I can assure you this has all been blown out of proportion.”
He looked from side to side, then checked his review mirror as if we were being followed. “I don’t give a fuck what he is to you. But I know you saw his face.”
“Of course, I saw his face. He’s a handsome man.”
“No, no, I know you saw that hideous fucking face that I saw. He’s a fucking monster or demon.”
“Cormac, I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s just a man.”
“No, his face changed. It was a deathly blue color with black veins running across his cheeks, and his eyes- his eyes- were red like some fucking demon. He fucking put a curse on me.”
“Cormac, you were drinking that night. Whatever you saw, you must have been imagining it. Keir is just a man.”
He reached down in his lap, and it was then that I saw it, sitting across his legs.
A gun.
“Cormac, you should take me home now or to the pub. We can get a drink and discuss this.”
“No,” he shouted. “No, you need to explain to my father what we saw.”
“What you saw was a jealous man. I turned him down when he asked me to marry him, and he was jealous of you. Now take me to the pub so we can sort this out.”
His hand gripped the gun. “You’re lying,” he snarled, pointing it at me.
“Whoa, put the gun down,” I pleaded. This was no longer a matter of me trying to convince the Sullivans to accept the money as payment. This was a matter of life and death.
Sweat dripped down Cormac’s face, and he continued to look around nervously as he drove south on the freeway. “Tell me what you saw.”
“Fine,” I said. “You’re right. You saw a monster that night, and I saw him too.”
This seemed to calm him down, and he took a deep breath. “You need to tell my father.”
“I will. I’ll tell him.” We were headed into LAX’s Atlantic Aviation private airport. The same one I had been at with Keir just days before. Cormac parked the car.
“Get out,” he said, placing the gun into the glove compartment.
“Cormac, where are we going?”
“To see my father.”
“I can’t go with you. I’m expected at the pub. My brothers are waiting for me.”
“Oh, you’re coming with me, or one of your brothers will feel my father’s wrath. Perhaps Colin this time.”
“Cormac, we can’t keep going on like this. You can’t keep threatening my family. I have money. I will give it all to you if you leave us alone.”
“Get out of the fucking car.”
I got out and shut the door, following him into the private terminal. We were quickly scanned by airport security and taken to the plane. It was small and nowhere near as grand as Keir’s plane, seating ten people maximum. I slowly climbed the steps with Cormac flanking me in case I made a sudden move to escape. Inside, Donovan was already seated, waiting for us.
“I’m glad you could join us,” he said, crossing his legs elegantly.
“I didn’t think I had a choice.”
