“She does, in this moment right now, she hates me, but I love her. All I’m doing is trying to protect you, trying to protect you all.”
“Talk to me Da…what’s going on?”
I think for a moment that he’s going to for once be honest, and actually tell us what is on his mind. But then he takes a deep breath and I see it in that moment, he’s shutting down again. He lifts his head, looks at all three of us dead in the eyes and smiles, like he didn’t just have the weight of the world on his shoulders only moments ago.
I watch as he gets up to leave, but just as he gets to the door I call out, “The trouble is in New York right, trouble is wherever we are?”
He doesn’t move his body, but he turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at us, but not quite far enough that he can really face us. He gives a small nod. “For the most part, yes. But there is danger everywhere boys, you have to know that.”
“And we do Da, we all know there is danger around every corner, it kinda comes with the territory of being an O’Farrell. But Liam is here, Uncle Michael, and damn even Aunty Bernie, surely, she’s safe with them…let her stay.”
“Maybe you’re right.” He doesn’t say anything else, just turns his head and walks out the door.
I shoot up in bed, the memory of the dream weighing heavily on my mind. If only it was a dream, if only we…no if I hadn’t convinced Da to let her stay in Ireland, if I’d just kept my mouth shut, she would still be here now…they both would.
I had been so sure I was right; I was convinced that she would be safe. But being here with them, that was the furthest from the truth. Her being here had put her in the biggest danger of us all.
“Hey.” Nora sits up, and rubs my back. “You wanna talk?”
I shake my head and climb out of bed, heading to the kitchen to grab some water. Just as I’m downing my second glass Nora comes up behind me, her hands wrap around my front, and she rests her cheek on my back.
“We have this arrangement for a reason Rory, we tell each other anything and everything and the other offers nothing but support, judgement free. You came to me last night, because you needed me, because you needed a release. Sometimes a release isn’t enough. I get that, sometimes saying things out loud is exactly what we need to help us breathe. Talk to me, let me help you breathe.”
I fill my glass and another for her, then let her lead me to the sofa. Taking a seat, I roll my neck letting it crack. Swallowing I take a breath and face away from her. “I found some journals that belonged to Da. Fuck, the things he wrote Nora, the things he was suspicious of, when I first read them I put them down to the ramblings of a tired old man who’d been in our line of work for way too long. Resulting him being paranoid and suspicious of his own damn shadow…but the more digging I did, the more I found to be true.”
I swallow a lump in my throat, and I’m not sure if I want to cry or vomit. “I can’t tell you what is in those journals, but I can tell you that everything I’ve found to be true will destroy our family as we know it, it will destroy the face of our Syndicate.”
She shifts so she is straddling me, her bare pussy teasing my cock. Neither one of us had bothered to put any clothes on when we came out here. I’m not ashamed of my body and neither is she, nor should she be. I run my hands up her torso, stopping at her breasts, massaging them. My thumbs rubbing over her nipples, teasing them into beautiful pert pink buds.
“I need to talk to my brothers but I’m still missing so many pieces of the puzzle, some of the things I’ve read I still have no proof of yet…”
She leans in kissing me, effectively silencing me. My mouth instantly gives her tongue access, as she rolls back and forth over my cock, pleasuring herself and making my dick harden. She sucks on my bottom lip, before clamping her teeth over it and pulling. She bites down and we both moan as we taste the bitter tang of copper.
I spank her and she jerks, as my fingers bite into the globes of her arse. “Ride me.”
She doesn’t need telling twice. Lifting herself enough to get her hand on my cock, then slams herself down onto it. She winces at the sting it gives her, but I see the edges of her lips curve up into a small smile.
She removes my hands from her arse and places them on the back of the sofa. “No touching handsome.” She winks at me, as she lifts herself almost all the way off my cock then slams herself back down. Twisting and rolling her hips backward and forward, side to side.
“Fuck, Nora.” I grip the back of the sofa, the tingle already staring in my stomach. “That’s it you dirty little slut, fuck me. Ride me hard.” Her movements stutter, as she gets closer. Trying to steady herself she places her hands on my shoulders, increasing her speed.
“Oh, oh god, fuck Rory, yes…give it to me,” she calls out, her movements erratic. She grips my shoulders, then runs her nails down my chest. I hiss as she breaks the skin, making me bleed, leaning in to get a taste, she runs her tongue up the scratches, licking up the blood, and it’s all either one of us can take. We both cry out as our bodies shake, and our orgasms take control.
Chapter 6
I’ve been working night and day trying to find out as much information as I can on Marco, after finding out that he bought Alex for five million dollars. I feel sick.
The thought that fucker might be related to Liam.
I pull out Da’s journal re-reading the entry I’ve read so many times since finding it in one of those damn safety deposit boxes.
I thought Aoife was wrong when she called me the other day, telling me that she’d overheard Michael and Liam talking to Marco. When she said she had heard Liam call him Uncle Marco, I swear she’d had one too many knocks to the head…too many damn knocks from that fucking fella of hers, I haven’t told her brothers yet. When they find out that he’s been fucking hitting her they are going to lose it.
It took her six weeks, six fucking weeks to finally own up to the fact he was abusing her, I’ll kill him.
We’re all heading to Ireland next week, I’ll deal with the piece of shit when I’m there, then I’ll tell the boys about it. I don’t want them involved, no sense in dragging them all into when I can handle him.
I’m expecting a call later tonight, from someone I’ve had doing some digging since my little girl called me, I hope to fucking God she’s wrong, because if not, it changes everything.
