“Aye? Then why the fuck ain’t she in the car?” Declan queries, stopping traffic to look at me intently.
“She won’t be touching anyone, not until I figure this out.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Cillian. Seamus said you had a soft little heart, but fuck. I’m turning around.”
“Wait.”
He glares at me, his ice-blue eyes nearly boring into mine.
“What if she came of her own free will, and we didn’t have to uphold any of our bargains with the Amantes? If she chose to be with us, we wouldn’t have to agree to Anthony’s terms. We could work with the Barbieris like we wanted to.”
We’re new to Vegas. Our ties ain’t as strong here as they are in other places in the States. My father wanted to work with Matteo Amante, but with the way his son has been acting and the disappearance of the Omega we were promised, he’s less than fucking pleased.
He clicks the phone on speaker, and I consider shooting myself in the head as my father answers.
“Aye?”
“Tell ‘em then,” Declan demands.
“I found the Amante girl.”
“Then my new daughter-in-law will be at your place for supper on Sunday, I presume?” my father drawls.
Declan looks at me like he’s watching a train wreck, and I suppose he is.
“I think I have a better idea.”
“It better be good.”
I tell him my plan, and by some fucking miracle, he agrees.
“Anthony has proven to be difficult to work with. Salvatore will be better. He’ll help us push the Russians out of the city.”
“Go raibh maith agat,Da’.”
“Don’t thank me, Cillian. You have a month. Let’s see how much we can make the Amantes sweat over breaking their end of the bargain. Have you told Fionn? Does Lorcán know you found her?” he asks, always using my brother’s full name, much to his irritation.
“Not yet.”
“Adh mór,” my father sighs with a laugh.Good fucking luck indeed.
“How in the fuck do you plan on making sure no one touches her?” Declan asks, I nearly forgot that he’s a part of this. I’ve had years to wrap my mind around sharing, and I still don’t fucking like it, even if we’re family.
“I paid her to make sure she doesn’t touch anyone else,” I answer Declan plainly. “I also might have threatened Travis’ life via text if he doesn’t keep me up to date with our Omega’s comings and goings.”
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head. “I swear your brother must have taken all the nutrients up in the womb.”
“You haven’t met her, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Aye, and whose fault is that?” he asks.
“Her brother’s, and maybe Lorcán’s. I’m considering not even telling the bastard I found her.”
“You’re a selfish arse.”
“Never said I wasn’t,” I reply, and thankfully, with my father’s approval and being higher station than Declan, he drives us home without any more interruptions.
Finn sits at the dining room table with a tumbler of whiskey, his Glock on the table as he spins it with his finger.
