But he speaks in a calm, steady tone. “Ciaran Pierce is my father,” he tells me.
I freeze, gaping at him. What the hell did he just say?
Tipping his chin up, he adds, “No one knows except Hunter.”
No one…
No one except Hunter and me now, he means.
He’s Ciaran’s son? He’s Fallon’s brother? And she doesn’t know?
Why would Ciaran not tell anyone?
Farrow breathes slowly, stating, “I will never hurt someone Fallon Caruthers loves.”
So I’m safe with him. Is that why he told me his secret?
God, Fallon… I clear my throat.
I hope he doesn’t expect that I can keep that secret. Not from her. He has to know that.
But I don’t have time to hash this out right now.
“In any case...” I nudge him to the ladder. “You go first.”
He chuckles, damn near jogging up the ladder as I haul myself up behind him.
We climb three flights and hop over the ledge, onto the roof. Hugo stands near a large air vent, flanked by two of his guys.
“Nicholas and Axel,” Farrow informs me under his breath.
Stopping just in front of Navarre, I swallow to wet my throat.
I know he enjoys being someone he imagines I’m scared of. I used to kick him out of Green Street when he was so desperate to be a bad guy for Reeves.
Now I’m the one facing him.
He takes a step toward me. “You haven’t tried to evict me,” he says, “because you know Green Street is more than a building now. I’ll just take the organization and move somewhere else.”
True.
“And I haven’t taken care of you,” he adds, “because…”
“Because what end does that serve?” I fire back. “If you can so easily move, then what hold on you do I really have?”
“Exactly.” Light glints in his gelled hair. “I didn’t see you as a legitimate threat.”
I’m not sure how I feel hearing that. I want to be a threatto him.
“That is, until you started throwing your weight around,” he goes on. “Showing up in Weston, your little piece of ass taking over sacred ground on Knock Hill, and you ordering my people about as if you’re back in charge.”
“I was never in charge.”
“That’s not how they see it,” he snarls. “In their eyes, I’m the usurper.”
Most of those people have no memory of me there. They just know their lives haven’t gotten better under Drew or Hugo, and they think the college boy who owns the building can do better.
I shrug. “You can’t be worse for them than Reeves.”
