Ha. More like surveilling her.
I could see from the tension in Aela’s face, the rigidity of her posture, that she didn’t believe that either. She knew a pig always stank, and it didn’t matter if it looked like they were on your side or not—they never were.
She did us proud as she demanded, “Why? What do you think I know?”
Seamus, his gaze whipping between the two women, questioned, “Mom? What’s going on? Why is Caro here?”
“She’s not here to babysit you, butt face,” Aela replied calmly, but her gaze was stony as she stared at Dunbar.
“She worked her way in as a babysitter?” Conor hissed. “Well, that’s a new low.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“I’m here to help,” Dunbar insisted, her arms spreading wide with entreaty. &
CONORIF I HAD any more programs running on my laptop, I figured the RAM on it would send it flying into outer space.It was already throbbing like a motherfucker on my lap, and I might as well have invited the Sahara to come and bake my balls.Did my brothers give a fuck, though, as they breathed down my neck, trying to get information out of me?A big fat fucking no.They didn’t give a crap about the fact I probably wouldn’t be able to have kids after this clusterfuck.And it wasn’t only my brothers’ fault that the future Mrs. Conor O’Donnelly was going to have to visit a sperm bank to get her some baby Conors. Nope, it w
DECLAN“AELA.”A sharp intake of air was my first clue that she recognized my voice, and to be completely frank, I didn’t recognize my fucking voice, so how the hell she did was a miracle.Still, I wasn’t about to question a miracle, not when this entire situation felt very miraculous.Like I was in the middle of a very lucid dream that I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from.The cardiac arrest, the feeling like death warmed over, sure, that could be a nightmare. I’d be very happy to wake up from that and not have to piss in a bag, but the stuff with Aela? With Seamus? I was glad that was happening.Life changing, and in a way that was positive. In a way that was usually anathema of how lives changed in my world.“Declan?”
AELAAFTER DECLAN’S call in the early hours of the morning, where he’d laid down the law, it wasn’t a surprise to open the door and find Conor and Brennan there. But welcoming them in felt odd.Like I was conceding defeat on a battle that had yet to be fought.Of course, I had enough battles going down around me, so I needed to pick which ones to fight.My house was a crime scene. There was yellow tape around it, and my bedroom was being processed by forensics, so I’d grabbed all the stuff Seamus and I had been packing with the intention of taking it to New York with us, and had checked us into a hotel instead.How they’d known ab
DECLANBEFOREEIGHT WEEKS laterADRENALINE WAS BURSTING THROUGH ME, making me feel a little light-headed, a lot shaky.Which, of course, made me feel like a pussy.This was my first kill. I knew Aidan and Brennan had killed someone when they were a lot younger than this, and I had no real idea why Da had cut me as much slack as he had, but I was grateful for it.Because I was going to puke.I knew it.I was going to shame Da and my brothers by puking over a dead man.A man who’d betrayed us.A man who’d
AELANOWDECLAN’S PLACE was nothing like I imagined.In fact, it was the opposite.It was… Japanese.Considering the family was borderline psychotic with their patriotism, both for the motherland and the States, that he’d gone for a very Asian influence clued me into the fact that Declan had opened himself up to the world.Hell, I bet he even ate ramen on Sundays, not just roasted meat with two veg.My lips quirked at the thought, even as I took a seat on the futon. Yep, that was the extent to this Japanese fusion Declan had going on.The dining table was low to the
DECLANTHE DAYS after my arrival at home, I slept a lot.More than I’d like.I moved from the sofa to the bed and back again, trudging like a zombie from one to another.As I pulled my best Walking Dead impression, an impression that would usually impress only my bonsai tree unless Ma barged her way in with Da at her back blustering over how I made her worry, and a few of my brothers trickling in through the day to make sure I was on the mend, they were there.Constantly.Maybe it was stupid of me not to anticipate that, but it came as a severe shock.What stunned the hell out of me even more?&nb
DECLANSHE WAS GOING to hate me.I didn’t blame her. Couldn’t, really.None of this was her fault. It was all mine. All because of pride.All because of my coveting something.Two sins, but I lived my life with sins darkening every aspect of it. I didn’t care about my immortal soul. Hadn’t since she’d walked out of my world.Pussy.I let the word flip through my mind, but it didn’t anger me.There was no point in getting mad about the truth.Holding out my hand for her to take, I watched her eye my fingers like they were five snakes skewered onto
AELAIF THERE WAS anything he could have said that would blow me away, it was that.‘I’d just lost you and stopped giving a shit about most things.’I mean, everything about this afternoon blew me away. From the fact he had several lost classics tucked inside his wall, to how I’d rubbed one off on him against the frickin’ door.I mean, the man was ill. Ill! I’d ridden him like a damn pony, but…Inwardly, I sighed.My trouble was I liked ‘naughty’.I more than liked it.It was exciting. He’d always excited me. I knew it was weird, knew it was a bit of sickness considering what he did for a living, but I’d never been frightened. The danger junkie in me enjoyed it… Okay, so my morals were questionable.&n
TWENTY-EIGHTSEAMUSI’D NEVER BEEN to Coney Island before, and after today, I knew I’d never go again.Ever.Again.The place was tainted. Absolutely wrecked. And not just for my memory banks.At first, I hadn’t known what was happening.We’d been walking on the boardwalk while Mom and I were eating ice cream that melted down our hands. It had been like any other day out. I’d been with her to the beach so many times, eaten ice cream with her so many times, but it was cool to be here.New York City was my place.My home.I wasn&
CONORTHE SECOND MY computer screen went blank, I knew what had happened.“Goddammit,” I groused under my breath, unsurprised when bright green text flashed onto it.I swore, this bitch had a Matrix obsession—only ever did things in black and green.Lodestar: **I know what you did last summer.**aCooooig: **I’m not Freddie Prinze Jr.**Lodestar: **Shame. Always had a crush on him.**aCooooig: **There a reason you hijacked my hardware?**Lodestar: **Fun?**aCooooig: **Fuck. U.**Lodestar: **Ouch. You trying to hurt my feelings?**
AELAAS I RUBBED my hair dry, I watched Declan as he started to stride from one side of the bedroom to the other. I knew he was on the phone with Conor, and the reason I was listening in was because I’d heard him mention Caro’s name a few times. As well as a couple of curse words in reference to her.My childhood was too deeply ingrained in me to think of her as anything other than a pig, but I was infinitely curious about why Declan was so pissed. Caro had been investigating me and my clients, a case that had disappeared thanks to the four-grand-an-hour attorney the family had procured for me, so I wasn’t sure why she should be causing the O’Donnellys much of an issue.Trouble
AELATHOUGH I’D BITCHED about our first fuck not having an audience of three glorious, stolen paintings, I was in a much better mood after I came.Which was only natural.And today was the kind of day where you needed the extra help of a bunch of endorphins and hormones, because my kid’s uncle had been shot, my childhood sweetheart had to kill a man and lame another, the Feds had been at the hospital and were sniffing around Declan and Brennan for interviews, which could easily turn into something more if they decided Declan’s offense wasn’t self-defense, and…Well, yeah.It had been a long day.Still, Declan had given me
DECLANI WASN’T great with a gun. My aim wasn’t perfect, even though I visited the shooting range more often than any of my brothers, which they gave me shit for.I dealt in weapons, but I couldn’t shoot half the fuckers.Now, shit was different.I had to get this right or Seamus wouldn’t have a dad, and Aela?Christ.What would happen to her?Da would pull something. I just knew it. He’d take Seamus away from her, and she’d—No.I couldn’t fail.Quickly shooting out the windshield, I managed to get another round off. The s
SEVENTEENAELAIT WAS Seamus’s first day of school.The first day where Declan could officially return to work, and that was because he’d had the all clear.I was nervous for both of them, but nervous mostly for myself.The all clear, an empty nest, I knew what that meant.No way was Declan returning to work today. No way. No how.This was it.The start of something that had been brewing for decades.I licked my lips as I dropped a couple of pancakes on Shay’s plate. He was wearing a uniform that he’d been bitching about since I’d bought it, which
NOWIMPATIENCE MADE it hard when the staff eyed my blue hair and my earrings like I was an alien who’d just crash-landed on Midland Private Academy’s private helipad.The liaison was kind enough, however, and didn’t seem to have a stick shoved up her butt as she showed us around. It was just the teachers in every class who stared at my hair that drove me crazy.Either Seamus didn’t notice or he didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on things that should probably interest me but didn’t. I was more bothered about their terrible art program, but he wasn’t an artistic kid even if I tried to drag it out of him to help him express himself better.He p
DECLAN“WHAT THE HELL are you talking about? Of course he’s dead. I saw him die.”“No, you didn’t,” Conor retorted, finally getting to his feet and coming to stand. He left his laptop on the floor, stretched, then bent down to grab it before yawning. “He’s not dead.”I grunted at his surety, then stormed out of the elevator only to find my brothers there, waiting on me.Gritting my teeth at the sight of them, then at the sight of the gas guzzling tank that I loathed riding in but knew would fit us all, I grumbled, “What are you doing here?”Eoghan and Brennan shrugged, exposing bumps at their sh
CAMINOWIT SEEMED IMPOSSIBLE TO ME, but Father hadn’t changed the safe combination since I’d left.Maybe if he’d known I knew it by heart, then he’d have changed it, but as it was, I figured there was no better time than now to grab the necklace that Inessa coveted from Mama’s collection, one that her husband, Eoghan, had requested I steal for him.Objects meant nothing to me. I’d given everything up the first time I’d run away from home, heading for New Jersey where I’d heard chatter of a biker who killed men who abused children.In my father’s line of work, as the Pakhan of the Russian Brat