His comment didn’t bother me. I used to be quick to anger but had learned to control my temper. In my line of work, emotions got you killed.
We made our way to his office, and he waved his guys off when they tried to come in behind us. “Wait outside.”
He sat down behind his desk, motioning to a chair in front of him.
I was surprised he hadn’t taken my guns and knives away. I’d armed myself from the stash we kept in all our cars as soon as I could. Having my weapons on me calmed me down.
“Liam wants to meet,” I said, sitting down.
“I’m sure he does. But I don’t know if I want to see the bastard,” he said, his Irish accent coming through stronger, telling me he was angrier than he’d first let on. “He’s killed a lot of my men.”
“He wants to put this disagreement to rest. And he’s willing to make you an offer to show his good faith.”
Cian threw his head back and laughed. “Did Daddy tell him to fix what he broke?”
“Does it really matter?”
“Okay, you know what? Fuck it, I’ll meet with him. If nothing else, I’ll get to watch him squirm like the pathetic worm he is. But he can only bring you, nobody else.”
Since I hadn’t expected anything less, I nodded, having prepared for this already. “Be at the Dalton warehouse by ten tomorrow.”
“Tell him I want an apology,” Cian said and got up, “or there won’t be a deal, no matter how good his offer is.”
I knew this had been too easy. “I’ll try.”
“See that you do.”
He left without another word, and I didn’t delay in getting out of there. Cian was unpredictable. Had I caught him at a bad time, this conversation could have ended a lot differently.
Carter picked me up at the same corner where he’d dropped me off.
“How did it go?” he asked as soon as I got in the car.
“We meet tomorrow.”
“I sense a ‘but.’”
I sighed. I was tired but still had a lot to organize. I also missed Freya, an emotion that unsettled me since it was so foreign. I rubbed my suddenly aching chest. “He wants an apology from Liam.”
Carter chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
Good luck indeed.
Chapter20
Freya
“Getyour shoes off my coffee table,” I ground out, glaring at Jude.
He didn’t move or look at me, his eyes on the game he was playing with Gabriel. My brothers had somehow not only found a PlayStation but also a selection of games in the few hours they’d been here.
They were camped out in my living room, dwarfing the small space. I wondered if it was too soon to kick them out.
Liam was sitting at my kitchen table, computer in front of him. Gunner left shortly after we’d gotten to my apartment. But not before pulling me out into the hallway and kissing me senseless against the closed door. While I was still trying to catch my breath, he headed off to sort out my family’s mess.
“How do you not have any beer?” Jude complained, his head now stuck in the fridge.
I ignored my brother and got Killer out of his cage, kissing him and giving him a cuddle. He must have been the most relaxed bunny, because he was already back to his old self. Or maybe he was so traumatized he was frozen in fear. Time would tell.
