Kellin
I needed to shower as soon as I returned to my room to remove Maeve’s sweet scent from my body. I can’t focus with her jasmine and vanilla fragrance all over me.
What do I say to Finn? How can I redeem myself?
Rory’s text from this morning informing me that Finn’s on a warpath was a rude awakening.
Finn found out.What a laugh. Rory fucking told him. He’s been threatening as much for days.
I guess I don’t blame him. We’re all fighting to find and secure our place within the Kings. But he couldn’t give me one more day of peace?
Of research. Tactical research.
Fuck.
In his texts, Rory also asked if I knew what Maeve did in the penthouse the handful of times she visited over the past week.
I had no idea she was slinking off to the top floor. I had to pretend otherwise, of course, but I haven’t exactly been diligent in checking my video feeds.
I heave a heavy sigh and knead the back of my neck.
Real smooth in the car, asking about the penthouse. I sounded like a jealous boyfriend. Pathetic.
Another problem for another time.
Rory also asked, again, if I’m positive Maeve isn’t involved in the family business. And as much as I want to say yes, how can I when she keeps sneaking up to that suite?
Which likely means that Maeve’s more involved than I originally believed. Declan probably has her running the errands that Brody can’t get done.
And if she’s part of the family business, then she’s an enemy to the New York Kings. To Finn. To me.
Rory assumes she’s manipulating me.
I wouldn’t blame her. I deserve as much.
I’ve lied to her, drugged her, scoured through her books.
Rory also believes she’s deliberately keeping me from digging for Doyle. The Kings tech monkey went so far as to suggest that my uncle managed to fool me, so it’s not that difficult to imagine Maeve Gallagher could too.
I wanted to reach through the phone and rip his head from his neck for that comment. The prick.
Thomas Brennan fooledeveryone, Shane and Finn Gallagher included.
I knew I never liked Rory.
My phone rings as I’m toweling off. Finn for the second time in twenty minutes.
Now or never.
“Hey—”
He cuts me off. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I wince. That’s not a happy tone.
I don’t pretend to misunderstand. “It’s not like that. We talked about this.”
“You getting your head stuck so far up Declan’s daughter’s ass that you can’t see straight? Did we talk about that?”
