Keegan reared back at that, taking Jonesy with him. In the blink of an eye, Jonesy's arm was up in the air and he was collapsing to the ground as Keegan cut off the blood supply to his head. Jonesy released a low groan, letting me know he wasn’t dead, which I was thankful for.
I had plans for him, after all.
Stepping over the huddled pile of arms and legs, Keegan approached me, demanding, "You bring your brothers with you every time you choose to make a deal? Need them to hold your hand?"
I smiled at him, his mockery failing to find its target. "Some business transcends dollars and cents. This is blood. You took my father's life—"
"And he took my sister's," Keegan snarled, getting in my space.
My brothers tensed up around me, but I didn't flinch.
I'd been doing my due diligence on Eamonn Keegan ever since I’d heard his name for the first time.
I knew what he was, knew what he was capable of.
Much like Da, his weakness was family.
So, with his face so close that his hissed words had saliva flecking my chin, I told him, "You'd be dead already if I were here for you."
"More powerful men than you have tried," he sneered.
I graced him with a soft smile. "You'd be surprised how powerful I am."
"So powerful that a fucker like Jonesy can take you unawares? Look at the state of your fucking face—"
"We all make miscalculations," I told him simply. "You trusted him too, didn't you?"
His nostrils flared at the direct hit.
I stepped away from him and headed over to the fireplace that was the focal point of the room.
As I looked around, I mused, "Not a bad place to hole up in."
The building was old, but the post-modern interior reminded me of a supermax cell.
To each their own, I guessed.
"You here to talk interior design?" Keegan sneered.
"Maybe. Seeing as you clearly liked your time in a high security prison." I focused on him. "Why haven't you left New York? Why aren't you back in Ireland?"
His jaw worked. Then, he surprised me by flicking the quickest of looks at Finn.
I clicked my fingers. "What was that about? Why did you look at Finn?"
"He's my family, isn't he?" was Keegan’s reply.
"You're here because of Aoife?" Finn demanded.
Keegan didn't reply, but that he tipped up his chin gave me all the answer I needed.
Contemplatively, I swiped at my jaw. Knowing he was a family man was one thing, but it had never occurred to me that was why he'd remained in the city. I just thought he was still here either on unfinished business or because he couldn't get out yet.
Conor had told me the man never left his apartment...
"This place is just around the block from Aoife's bakery," I deliberated. Turning to Finn, I asked, "Did you know about this?"
Finn's shoulders straightened. "Of course I fucking didn't. Aoife hasn't—"