"I don’t want to talk about this," he said coldly, his relief evident as we walked out into the garage.
Heading over to my Bugatti, I climbed behind the wheel, he jumped into the passenger seat, and we took off without another word.
It was when we reached Queens of Heart that I realized what he’d fucking done.
Outside the club, Brennan wasn’t the only one standing there.
Eoghan, Declan, and Finn were too.
My brothers—by more than just blood.
I’d gotten it wrong before.
Seeing them standing there was the reminder I needed—this wasn’t Da’s city anymore.
It wasn’t just mine.
It was ours.