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NOW IMPATIENCE 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

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SEVENTEEN AELA IT 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

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DECLAN I 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

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AELA THOUGH 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

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AELA AS 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

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CONOR THE 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?**

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TWENTY-EIGHT SEAMUS I’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&

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