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Cillian

Kian’s Room

“You brought her back here?” Kian balks.

“Where else would I have taken her?”

Kian’s on forced bedrest for the next few weeks while Dr. Doyle monitors his progress. He looks better, but I can tell his leg is killing him. Every time he moves too abruptly, his face turns purple for a few seconds.

If he hadn’t taken the quasi-literal bullet for me, so to speak, I might have had to laugh.

“Jesus, Cillian,” Kian grimaces.

“Are you about to give me a lecture, little brother?”

Kian sighs like he’s considering it, and then shrugs. “I suppose we’re in enough shit already. This can’t do any more damage.”

“That’s the spirit!” I say. “Always knew you were an optimist.”

Kian laughs, but it’s followed by a wince. “Fuck, this hurts,” he sighs.

“You big baby.”

He gives me a glare. “I knew I’d regret taking the hit for you.”

“Still can’t believe you did that.”

“You’d have done it for me.”

“You’re right. Glad I didn’t, though. Looks like it sucks.”

I plop into a seat and rest my feet up on Kian’s bed. He gives me an annoyed glance, but I just return it with a grin.

“So?” he remarks.

“So what?”

“What was it like seeing her again?”

I can understand his curiosity, but something holds me back.

What was it like?Thirteen years of imagining the moment didn’t do it justice.

I don’t say that, though. Wouldn’t even know where to begin with explaining how it felt.

“It was fucking weird,” I say in the end. “I found her in a goddamn holding cell.”

“Oof. Tristan Rearden is going to be an issue,” Kian says. “They’re piling up.”

“I can take that motherfucker.”

“Don’t underestimate him,” Kian warns. “He may be a Kinahan thug, but he’s a thug with connections.”

“I’ve got connections, too. Connection One and Connection Two, right here.” I waggle my fists in the air one at a time and flex.

But Kian doesn’t bite on the joke. Truthfully, I’m not feeling it, either.

He’s right. We have problems that need solutions.


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