Was she scared?
Of the Points? Of our future?
Of me?
I couldn’t blame her.
Iwas scared, but I couldn’t let her go. More selfishness but she was… even sleeping half the time, she was my fucking life. I’d killed for her, and I’d do it again and again. I just wished that I’d been the one to spot the truck. If I had, maybe I’d have stopped the drive-by from happening before it had a chance to begin.
“It’s not your fault, Finn,” Eoghan whispered.
“Isn’t it? I shouldn’t have married her, shouldn’t have brought her into this life but I can’t live without her,dearthàir.”
He sighed at my Gaelic use of the word ‘brother.’ Something we only used to mess with each other or in times like these. Times where we were at a loss and needed one of our kin to keep us from drowning.
“You don’t have to live without her. Dad told me himself that the bullet couldn’t have had a finer path.”
“He’s sure it’s God’s will,” I stated wryly, amused despite myself. “He’ll be saying she needs to be up for sainthood next.”
“Wouldn’t put it past him,” Eoghan agreed. “What is it? Two miracles before the Church will consider it?”
I snorted. “One miracle is enough for me.”
“Seriously though, she’s okay, right?”
“She’s going to be on antibiotics for the rest of her fucking life, and she’s going to need vaccinations every year too,” I ground out.
“Aidan might have a limp for the rest of his life, and Brennan’s wrist?”
“What about it?”
“It’s the one Dad kept on breaking when he was fucking around with that Bratva chick.”
I rolled over onto my back. “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Lena find out?”
“Not yet.”
“Think she will?”
“Probably. Dad’s freaking out.”
“I wondered why he hadn’t been hovering around this place for a few days.”
“I think he’d prefer for the Colombians to kill him rather than Mom.”
I snickered at that—I couldn’t help it.
“That’s not funny, Eoghan,” Aoife rasped in that new way of hers. It was like the intubating tubes had damaged something on the way down. I’d gut the bastard who’d hurt her if I knewwhoto gut.
“Isn’t it?” Eoghan replied rhetorically, getting to his feet to walk toward her. “Hey, little sister, you faring well?”
That he called her that, and so soon, didn’t surprise me. Aoife had bled for the Five Points. She was one of us now.
I rolled up into a sitting position and quickly scrubbed a hand over my face. I knew I looked like shit, but it suited my mood, and Aoife was too out of it most of the time to really care.