I search for the name the PI gave me before he walked out, but nothing comes up. Absolutely nothing—not even social media pages, which is fucking weird. How does no one in the world have that name? Doesn’t make any fucking sense. And why would he give me the name of someone who doesn’t exist? Or, at the very least, can’t be found?
Maybe that means he’s the person I need, but then how do I get to him?
Well, turns out I don’t need to get to him.
Because he will get to me.
I wake up well past the time I need, and decide class isn’t happening to today. As I usually do, I grab my phone and open the feed to Sailor’s house. She’s already up and eating breakfast, Amelia across from her.
I’ve made sure not to watch the feed on Friday nights, when she has girl night with Amelia. I want to give her some privacy, and that’s the time she gets. All the rest of it is mine.
I watch for a few more moments before shutting it off and getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. I make it one foot out of my room and jerk to a stop when I see a massive guy sitting on my couch.
“You sleep too much,” he says with a thick Irish accent.
“Who the fuck are you?” I bark, my body tensing, readying for a fight.
“The guy you were looking for, it seems.” He gets up and turns to face me. He’s got a few inches on me, and at least fifty pounds. His hair is brown, but with a reddish tint. Light freckles along his cheeks, and his skin is fair. His nose looks like it’s been broken a few times and there’s a deep scar over the left side of his top lip. “Name’s Fionn.”
Normally I’m more on my game, but this is throwing me and I can’t think straight.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” is what comes out of my mouth.
“Picking locks is child’s play.” He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You were looking for me?”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“I know what I need to know. Who gave you my name?”
Narrowing my eyes, I take him in. I don’t like the fact he let himself into my apartment. I have no idea how long he’s been in here, while I slept, and that pisses me off and freaks me out more than it should. Maybe I should take it easy on Sailor?
Yeah, no… fuck that.
"I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if you don’t get out of my face in three seconds, you will no longer have eyeballs to see with.”
The man’s eyes narrow, and then his face splits into a grin.
He points at me with a thick finger and starts to laugh. “I had a feeling I was going to like you.”
“I don’t know what you’re finding funny here,” I growl.
His laughing stops, but he’s still smiling at me like I’m a cute puppy. And I don’t fucking like it.
“How about you just tell me why you were looking for me, yeah?”
I was looking for him, and I’m all out of ideas. I don’t know what else to do. It’s not just my life on the line, but Sailor’s. I thought this was all done, thought since my mother was gone it would be the end of it. But fucking Vincent.
Fuck him so fucking hard.
“My mother is mixed up with the Marcellos,” I admit.
His brows shoot up, lips turning to a little O as he lets out a disappointing whistle.
“Best you get her funeral taken care of now, lad.”
“No, not like that. Ineedher dead.”
“Leave her with them and it’ll happen.”
