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Lilianna
Lilianna James walked into the bar and looked around. It was the last known address for her older brother, Cillian, but why would he give their mother a bar as his forwarding address? She didn’t know very much about her brother, other than her mother missed him terribly right up until her passing and she blamed herself for the time that he did in prison. As if their saint of a mother could be responsible for anything like that. Her mum died believing that nonsense. She said that she felt guilty about leaving Cillian in America and if only she brought him home with them, to Ireland, things would have been different for him. Maybe she was right, but Lili had a feeling that her big brother would have found trouble no matter what country he lived in.
The address that he left as his last known residence was a good indication that her brother hadn’t changed a bit since she last saw him. It was a bar, for Christ’s sake, called Savage Hell and she was pretty sure that most of the guys in here were fresh out of prison, just like her big brother. The last letter home told the family that Cillian was out of prison and could be reached at this place. Lili just never dreamed that she’d actually have to come all the way to America to find him, but she had no choice. She needed his help and if she was turning to Cillian, it meant she was pretty damn desperate.
She boldly walked up to the bar, ignoring the badass bikers who stared her down. “You’re not supposed to be here tonight, honey,” the hulk standing behind the bar stared her down and she defiantly shrugged. “Tonight’s church and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll come back tomorrow when we allow barflies like you in.”
“Are you the owner?” she asked.
“I’m not,” he said, squinting his eyes at her. “Name’s Bowie. I’m the owner’s husband. You’re not from around here, are you?”
Lil rolled her eyes at the big guy. That was the very first thing guys asked her as if she didn’t know that she wasn’t from the states. “No kidding,” she mumbled more to herself than to him. “Is this a gay bar then?” she asked.
“What?” Bowie asked. “Why would you think it’s a gay bar?” He looked around as if something was amiss.
“Because you said that this place belongs to your husband,” Lil said. “Meaning, you’re gay, right? I mean I’m not judging you, I don’t give a feck,” she shouted over the music that had just started. “Jesus—that’s loud,” she complained.
Bowie smiled at her and nodded. “I told you—no women tonight. It’s church and the guys get a little rowdy. And to answer your question, I’m bisexual—my husband, Savage is too. We have a woman we share between us.”
She nodded at him as if she was satisfied with his answer because, as she just admitted, she didn’t give a feck about who the guy was fucking. “Your business,” she said.
He smiled and nodded back at her. “So, you from England or something?” he asked.
“You think I’m from fecking England?” she asked.
“Well, your accent sounds English,” he said.
“How dare you,” she shouted over the music. “I’m not from England and I don’t fecking sound English. I’m from—"
“Ireland,” a man’s voice shouted from behind her. “Lil is from Ireland, and she shouldn’t fucking be here.” She didn’t need to turn around to know who was behind her. His Irish lilt gave him away.
Lil turned to smile up at her big brother. “Cillian,” she said. “You’re really here?”
Cillian held his arms out wide, “In the flesh, Lil,” he said. “Now, how about we get to the point of why you’re here?” he asked. “I thought you were back home, in Ireland.”
