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“I’m sorry, Ciarán, honest to God, it was Mikey...”
Ciaran’s loud snort of disbelief cuts him off, and he knows he’s had it.
“Traitors don’t get a second chance with the Gannon family,” Ciarán says coldly.
Raising my gun to Seamus’s head as he kneels in front of me, begging for his life, I just don’t give a single fuck.
“You should’ve fucking made sure I was dead, Seamus,” I announce, pulling the trigger.
The gunshot echoes through the alley, and I smile grimly as I watch Seamus’s brains bounce against the wall behind him.
It’s done.
“Let’s get out of here,” Ciarán mutters, turning and striding away.
With a last look of disgust at Seamus, I follow Ciarán out of the alley and back in the direction of the penthouse.
“You okay?” he asks after a beat.
“Fine.”
“That was one fucking betrayal.”
“And now it’s dealt with.”
“You sure it ends with him?”
Shrugging, who can ever be sure in this life? Isn’t that how it goes? Looking over your damn shoulder, never knowing when your time is up? “If it’s not, we deal.”
He nods slowly as he we head back into the city center with its bright lights and happy people sharing a meal and a drink and a few laughs. So carefree, so unburdened. Sometimes I wish my life had turned out that way, but with our father, it was never gonna happen. We were all doomed from the start of it. Thinking of that makes me think of Caden again. Just as I’m about to bring him up to Ciarán, he lets out a wicked laugh.
“Hang on, there’s something I need to do.”
“What?”
“Wait here.”
“Like fuck.” I follow him quickly, knowing we need to get off the streets.
He marches up to some preppy looking guy, who is laughing and flirting with some woman in a short skirt and too-tight top.
“You,” Ciarán snarls, shoving him back with a hand to his chest. “You’re a fucking cunt, you know that?”
“Excuse me?” he replies, looking shocked by the accusation.
“Do yourself a favor, love and run as far away from this dickhead as you can,” Ciarán says to the woman.
Eyes wide, she scampers off, sensing a threat when she sees one, and Ciarán is all guns blazing for this douche canoe.
“Summer told me all about you and your game,” Ciarán says. “You think you can treat my woman that way?”
“Hey, she wants to act like a slut, then she gets treated like one.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” I snarl, shoving Ciarán out of the way to get in this guy’s face myself. “I fucking hate that word and now I’m going to fucking kill you for calling Summer that.”
The guy’s face pales before he runs off like a fucking coward.
Ciarán shakes his head with a sigh. “One day, I’ll get my knife in his gut. He keeps running away.”
