“You’re allowed to be upset.”
“I know. I think I’m honestly just so tired I don’t know how to feel. He said a lot of things that I’m not sure are true or not.”
“Like what?”
“I mean, besides all his madman bullshit? He said he killed my pápa because he was leaving everything to me and not him. That he’s only my half-brother.”
“I’m so sorry, Elena,” he whispers, pushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead. “I can have my lawyer look into his will if you want.”
“I shot him,” I tell him. I’m not sure if that has really sunk in or not. Anthony is my father’s killer, and I shot my supposed half-brother. I always thought Anthony looked like our dad, but maybe my mother just had a type.
It’s all too much.
“Lorcán would probably be dead if you didn’t. You were protecting yourself. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“My mother is probably rolling around in her grave.”
“Hey.” He cups my face and kisses my forehead. “None of this was your fault. You did what you had to do. You didn’t kill him.”
I nod my head, knowing that I’m not the one to end his life, but there’s no doubt in my mind that he will be dead in the next few hours. I thought more guilt would consume me, but maybe it’s because I’m so tired. I can’t even think straight.
“Just get some rest. Do you want to eat first?”
I shake my head. My stomach is too messed up from everything that’s happened.
“Get some sleep. We’ll take care of everything for you. We’ve got you.”
For the first time in a long time, I know that I’m truly safe.
39
LORCÁN
“This is fucking sad.If Matteo Amante could see that the Irish were the ones to kill me, he’d be so disappointed,” Anthony drones on.
I’ve known the man for years. I knew he was self-deprecating, passive-aggressive, and a complete fucking narcissist.
Nothing is ever Anthony’s fault. Everything that happens to him is because of someone or something else. I tried to be his friend, to be that person he needed, but it was too hard. Anthony was all just a part of my cover to protect Elena.
“You’re such a rat,” he spits at me.
“You know, I’m starting to feel a little guilty that you had to be around this asshole for four years,” Declan teases as he lugs another body into the moving truck that’s parked in our garage.
Lev and his crew came to help with the cleanup.
“I would like to kill him,” Lev comments as he stares at Anthony, who is sitting on the floor of the truck, completely unphased by the dead bodies around him.
“You had your chance,” Finn reminds the large Russian man.
“He took my Tasha; he must suffer.”
“He’ll suffer. He killed one of my men, held a gun to my brother’s head, and tried to take my bonded away from me.”
“One hit,” Lev counters, and Finn nods his head.
He punches him in the chest, making Anthony wheeze out in pain. Lev grins and shakes out his fist.
“You’re lucky you never touched her, or I’d cut your dick off,” Lev sneers.
