“That’s a fucking lie.”
“Is it?” Murtagh inquires. He’s clearly enjoying himself.
I chance a glance at Saoirse, and I’m relieved to see that she’s almost fully dressed now.
“Then why would he accept a meeting with my father?” he demands.
I pale. I can fucking feelmy color go ghostly white.
“Oh, dear. Didn’t know that, did you? Guess the father doesn’t trust the son enough to share important clan business with him. Kinda pathetic, don’t you think?”
“The only thing that’s pathetic here is you,” Saoirse seethes, stepping out from behind the large pot.
Her eyes are trained on Murtagh even as she steps towards me.
The rich boy’s lips pull back in a vicious snarl. “You need to shut your whore mouth,” he growls. “The men are talking.”
“I see only one man here,” she replies without missing a beat. “The one standing next to me. The rest of you are just boys playing pretend.”
He take a furious step forward, but I lunge in front of Saoirse and shove him back.
“You will not fucking touch her.”
He regains his balance. His eyes dance between Saoirse and me.
“So this is more than just a quick fuck on a mangy rooftop, huh?” he asks. “I’ll tell you what, O’Sullivan: I’ll let you leave. I won’t even tell your father about your disrespect towards my family.”
I narrow my eyes. Waiting for the catch.
“If… you give me the girl.”
Saoirse tenses instantly.
But I don’t.
I just laugh in the motherfucker’s face. “Like I said before, you’re not laying a hand on her.”
Murtagh shakes his head. “You know it’s not smart going against me.”
I do know.
I just don’t care.
And he’s starting to realize that.
He thinks he’s taking me by surprise when he lunges forward, but his intentions are written all over his stupid fucking face from the second he gets the idea.
I’m more than ready for him.
I move to meet him, and within seconds, I have him in a headlock. He screams in fury, as both of his men charge at me fast.
“Cillian!” Saoirse warns.
But I’m in my fucking element.
I wasn’t lying when I said I’d protect her. That’s my new mission in life. That’s all that matters anymore.
Murtagh is still under my arm when I use his body as leverage to twist around and kick one of his stooges in the face. The man reels and cries out.