These were the type of days where Connie enjoyed taking a brisk walk. You see, he needed the walk. He needed to be outside. To feel the sun rain down on his pale skin. To feel the cool breeze as it whipped through the trees and washed over him. More than anything he needed the walk because had a lot on his mind and he needed to clear his head.
As if that was a simple task.
There was too much confusion going on within the brotherhood involving the alleged rat.
The dirty, stinking, female rat.
Over the past week, he’d sent Aidan to the abandoned warehouse basement of where was keeping her to question her. At least several times. Connie had to give it to her, if she was a male she’d make an excellent addition to the brotherhood because the bitch was tough. Aidan got nothing from her.
She wouldn’t budge.
Not a peep.
This led Connie to question his judgment of Teagan Reilly. What if he had been wrong? That was a difficult question for him to absorb because he was never wrong.
Never.
When he got a particular gut feeling he acted and his gut never led him in the wrong direction.
He shook his head and rounded the corner, stopping directly in front of Seany’s condo. He had Aidan drive him to Sean’s neighborhood purposely, hoping that maybe he’d be able to catch the boy-o so that they could have a little chat. But when he knocked, no one appeared to be home. It was then that he decided on the walk and thought he’d wait around a bit and that maybe Sean would be home when he was finished.
His thoughts shifted back to Teagan as he approached the black Lincoln parked diagonal to the four-plex. She had been threatening that Sean would snap if he ever found out that Connie had taken her. Connie knew this was true. Brotherhood or not, Connie knew where Sean’s true loyalty lied and that was with the only, living blood relative he had left.
It was until he tapped on the roof of the town-car and Aidan opened his door that he caught sight of the boy-o walking into the four-plex holding the hand of an attractive little number.
And Connie was dead set on finding out just who that attractive little number was.
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Teagan’s stomach howled out pains of hunger. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten anything. Either that or she thought her mind was truly beginning to play tricks on her.
She knew with certainty that the last time she had anything to drink was over 24 hours ago. Aidan had come to question her for what was at least the fourth time that week. As he poured the water into her mouth and she choked it down she cried out, “Help me.” She coughed as the cool liquid coated her raw throat. “Help me.”
Aidan had brought with him a flash-light and when he grazed the beam across her face she could see the pained look on his. She knew that he wanted to help her. She knew from the kindness that he showed her when he came to question her that he didn’t approve of what Connie was doing to her. “Please, Aidan,” she’d begged him. “Please.” If she had been unbound she knew that she would have hit her knees and clutched his leg. That’s how desperate she had become. Never, in a million years did she think she’d ever resort to begging, but desperate times call for desperate actions.
It wouldn’t have been any use anyway because the only answer Aidan had for had been, “I can’t.”
Teagan knew deep, down in her gut that that was what he’d say. She knew he wouldn’t cross the king-pin of the brotherhood, especially if he valued his life. And it was at that exact moment that all hope for her seemed to blow out the non-existent window.
Suddenly she started to feel dizzy. She started dry heaving. All of her strength was gone. All of the fight in her had vanished. Now, all she had left was uncertainty because she didn’t know when or if she’d make it out of
the situation alive.
Chapter 6
~Sean~
After last night, it makes me pretty fucking happy that my day has gone smoothly.
First training, then lunch with Murph. It was nice to see the big ol’ bastard. I feel like we haven’t had the opportunity to see in each other in months. Well, sit downs don’t can’t. There was one a week ago, but neither one of us really got the chance to catch up.
And I wouldn’t even consider it a real sit down. It was basically an hour of Connie raving about the Italians still continuing to hoard our turf. I guess some things never change.
What I did enjoy about chatting with Murph was that he told me he’s got himself a broad.
“What’s her name?” I asked him. The big bastard’s face got all red and he lowered his eyes when he said, “Marie.”
I gave him a right jab in the arm and laughed. “And she’s what’s good? Right O’Fallon?”