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The only son of Patrick Kincaid.
And I can see why Cillian hides in his house like a bitch.
“C’mon, Finn. Come celebrate with some water.”
I slice my gaze to my younger brother, Kohen. A shit-eating smile on his face because I don’t drink.
I don’t like how it makes me feel.
Arlo, my oldest brother, chuckles over the rim of his Irish whiskey but doesn’t spare a glance at my standing in the corner.
It’s where I’m comfortable.
I can see the room as a whole and read everyone’s body language. The best point in the room, if you ask me, is in case a hail of gunfire erupts, most of the room forgot about you already.
Ambling forward because I know Kohen won’t let it go, I join them, all comfortably seated and ready to venture on the next motion of our taking down of the Kincaids once and for all.
“Ye said there was a girl,” my father conveys in his heavy Irish accent, steering his crystal blue eyes at me. “Who was she?”
“The Kincaid girl.”
Father’s nose wrinkles because that should’ve been the first thing I mentioned after I had told him the job was done.
However, the girl isn’t going to be a problem.
“Eh, shit,” Arlo mutters over his glass. “She’s gonna tell Patrick.”
I rock my head back and forth before he quirks a curious brow at me. I’d never fail my father or my family. My part is vital to our existence and how things progress.
I am the murderer.
The dark shadow that strikes and disappears back into the night. I am my father’s silent weapon for getting into tight spaces and taking care of shit.
“I handled it,” I deadpan confidently. I saw her before I noticed Enzo. And it made no difference to me if she saw me gun Enzo down or not.
It was how she reacted that was going to keep her alive or not.
“You killed her?” Kohen solicits, a bit of empathy laced in his tone. Why, I don’t know. The Kincaids have been our family’s enemy for over a decade when they strode in and decided to settle down.
I don’t make a sound to my brother’s question, but I do roll my eyes. Kohen is too soft, and it does him no good. This world that we live in doesn’t have room for it, and it’ll get him killed.
“No.” My one-word answer finally springs free when no one else speaks.
Kohen steers his gaze to our father as if looking to see what I mean. If I didn’t kill her, that means I did something else.
“Don’t tell me ye hung her up somewhere like that one lass, Finn,” my father lightly scolds. “You had people scared for weeks to go downtown after dark.”
She wasn’t worth the effort.
The Kincaid girl is as spineless and worthless as Enzo. She allowed him access to her body out in the open, even though she didn’t want him to. Her fears took control, and she accepted what he was about to do.
My unspoken promise was good enough.
She won’t be speaking a word of who I am or what I even look like. Especially if the end result is her life ending. I can imagine her father trying to fish out for information and her clamming up like a shell.
“So what now?” Arlo asks casually. “We just wait to see if the Bianchi’s do our dirty work for us?”
“That’s all,” Father states. “Hopefully, we can stay out of the mess and keep yer mother’s anxiety down.” He glances over at me. “Yer sure the girl’s mouth will remain shut?”
