“How could I even believe you?”
“I’ll tell you something I never told anyone before,” I taunt her with the possible information while continuing the steady process of dragging the razor up her leg.
I look up at her, and she seems too tempted to say no. Maybe she’s only entertaining me because she’s bored and has been alone, except during the nights with Lorcán.
“It better be good, not something stupid.”
“I killed my dá.”
She blinks wildly at me. “What?”
I sigh and look back down at her leg. “He was hitting my má, sleeping around. That was bad enough, but not worth killingsomeone over. That is… until I found out some of his other proclivities involved underage girls. I made the explosion look like a rivals doing. He was Seamus’ right hand, after all.”
“How old were you?” she asks softly.
“Sixteen.”
“Does Maeve know?”
“She might suspect, but she never said anything. I think it’s easier for her to still think of all of us as little boys instead of the men we turned out to be. She did her best to stay out of my dá’s business as well, I think, because she knew she wouldn’t like what she saw.”
“Did you love him?” she asks, and I’m wondering if she’s going through her own emotions over her father’s passing.
“I think at one point I did. But when I had found out who he truly was, all that was left in my heart was hate.”
Elena wipes a tear from her eye and nods.
“If you can be honest, I can try too,” she offers up.
I finish shaving her leg and kiss the skin before I stand up.
“Then I’ll go steal Cillian’s credit card for you,” I tell her as I stand up. She smiles, and it’s the first one I’ve seen since that night at the High Roller.
“You might just work your way into my good graces yet, Declan.”
I wink at her as I head down the stairs; the tv is off like Cillian was just waiting for a report.
“You were gone for a while.”
“We came to an understanding. She wants to buy shit. What card do you want to give her?”
“She doesn’t hate you?”
“Oh, there’s still some hate there, but like I said, we came to an understanding. If you want to work your way into her good graces, I’d suggest coughing up some cash.”
“Finn has already safe guarded the iPad from her going on there and contacting anyone she shouldn’t. Give her the platinum card.”
“You sure you don’t want to go give it to her yourself?”
“Yeah,” he sighs.
“She mentioned the fact you haven’t been up to see her.”
“I’m not letting her see me like this,” he scoffs, gesturing down to his dirty clothes and broken leg.
“True, I’d be turned off seeing you, too. But Cillian?”
“What?” he snaps.
