Aidan firmed his mouth. "Yes."
He straightened up, getting to his feet, but the second he did, his eyes fluttered closed, his nostrils flared while his jaw tensed. His skin blanched, and every part of him tensed up.
I watched the transformation and hurt for him. Hurt on his behalf.
My gaze dropped down the lean length of his form and found the brace around his knee.
Biting my bottom lip, I fought the urge to do something, to flutter around him, to help him take the pain away when there was nothing any of us could do to stop that.
Though he sucked up all my attention, I had to see what his brothers’ reactions were, and as one, I saw they felt his pain too. They hated it and sympathized.
Though not a brother, Finn’s regret was the deepest. I got it, even though it wasn’t exactly his fault. Everyone knew his wife had been knocked down in that same drive-by on their wedding day of all days.
A sharp exhalation escaped Aidan as he opened his eyes and rasped, "We’re working against the Sparrows too, Savannah. Mutual enemies mean you’ve befriended the Five Points, I hope you’re ready for what that means."
And with that cryptic comment, he limped off, leaving me on the sofa, with his brothers.
Mobsters.
On any other day, I’d think that I’d died and gone to heaven.
Today?
I just wanted to head after him and do something,anything,to make him feel better.
That, I’d recognize later, was the moment I should have known everything changed…