Already repulsed by my inconstancy, my self-hatred swelled when I could feel my body react to the image on the screen.
Then, before I could lose my shit, Conor mumbled, “Is that… Kitty?!”
EIGHT
STAN
Now that I had a name, any self-recriminations fell to the wayside.
“Kitty?” A rabid hunger surged to life. Desperate to know more, to know anything,everything, I persisted, “You know her?”
“She’s the daughter of…” Conor hesitated. “Well, no. I guess she’s thesisterof a high-ranking Five Pointer.”
“Why the hesitation?”
“Because for so long, she was the kid of a foot soldier who served my da. She’s grown up now and Lucas reached heights his father only dreamed of. Cade’s performing well in the ranks, too.” Conor paused the still. “She’s Five Points, Stan.”
I could hear the warning in his tone.
Knew he was telling me to back off.
“So’s Jennifer.”
“We didn’t know that at the time.”
“You think Luc would have let her go because she was your cousin?”
“We’d have made him pay for thinking hecouldhave her,” Conor reasoned.
His rationale didn’t diminish the feverish need to know moreabout this ‘Kitty.’ Not when it rippled through me like the beginnings of a tidal wave about to swarm the shore.
“What’s her last name?”
Conor snorted out a laugh. “If you think I’m going to tell you that, you’re dumber than you look.”
I cracked my knuckles. “The first delivery of candy will be with you tomorrow.”
“Consider the debt paid if you leave Kitty alone.”
My teeth bared at that before I repeated, “The candy will be with you tomorrow.”
“Dammit,” Conor sniped, low enough for me to hear as I stormed over to the elevator and jabbed the button for the floor below.
I caught sight of Conor watching me in the hall, his cell to his ear, so I tipped my chin.
No one told a Valentini what did or did not belong to them.
Conor’s eyes narrowed before the doors edged to a close, and bare seconds later, the elevator spat me out onto the head of the Five Points’ floor.
The foyer consisted of a blank box room with a relatively boring doorway. Once upon a time, this story had housed several apartments, before Aidan O’Donnelly had bought them all up and made it into one property.
For some bizarre reason, I knew a chunk of the O’Donnelly family resided in this building.
I knocked on Aidan Jr.’s front door, but when no one answered, I texted Jen. A few seconds later, the door tumbled inward and my sister-in-law stood there, sporting a frown.
“You weren’t long.”
“I promised I’d tell you if I was leaving, but you can stay. I’ll grab a cab and have some guards pick you up?—”
