“Why did you?”
I took a deep breath and blew it out. “I didn’t want any more secrets. It was information I found in Dad’s office and thought he should know.”
“Give him time, Caity. He’ll come around.”
“Doesn’t matter if he does. I’m done. I want to sell the house, and I want to work for the family.”
“Caity,” Sal whined.
“What, Sal? What is your excuse for saying no? And I’ll warn you right now, if you say it’s because I don’t have a dick, I’ll fuckin’ cut yours off.”
My brother pulled his knees up, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Duncan was right. You’re fuckin’ mean.”
I smiled at my brother. “I’ll start by emptying the house. I’ll find a realtor and list it. I’ll ask Maddie if I can stay with her until I find a place.”
“Maddie is in Colleen’s apartment. It’s one-bedroom. Stay here until Cian gets his head out of his ass,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand for me. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet.
“I told you; I’m done.”
“You’re not done any more than he fuckin’ is. Give him some time to wrap his head around that shit, and he’ll come crawling back.”
I shook my head, deciding not to argue with him. “I’ll stay at the house until it sells,” I said, walking down the hall to the living room. I picked up my glass and took it to the sink, rinsing it out.
When I turned back to my brother, I walked into his arms.
“I’m glad you killed him,” I whispered.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cian
A month had passed since I told Caity to move back home. Sal wasn’t speaking to me at all. He was angrier now than when he found out I’d slept with his sister and fathered her child.
At least then he’d hit me.
Now, he wouldn’t even look at me. If he needed something, he sent Duncan or Mac to get it.
Then there was Maddie. She was still talking to me at least. Though she made it clear she wasn’t happy with my decision.
It didn’t matter. I did what I had to do to keep her safe. Keep them both safe.
Caity sold her father’s house and had recently moved in with Sal. I didn’t see that lasting very long, which meant she would get a place of her own. She was also working with the family.
She’d taken over Tyran’s office, but unlike her brother, she did come to me when she needed something. I suspected she was doing it to torture me. Every fucking day she walked into my office for one thing or another.
Her tight pencil skirt rode up as she walked, exposing more thigh than anyone but me had a right to see.
Her heels were impossibly high, making the muscles in her calves more defined. It took everything in me to wait until she left before I adjusted my dick in my pants.
It didn’t help that the files from Eamon’s office were in mine. We didn’t want just anyone to have access to them, and I was slowly going through all of them, cross-referencing the nameswith the ones Navigator had sent me. Also connecting members of the family who had worked with Eamon.
So far, I’d found files on ten families. Our soldiers were doing the heavy lifting to find out how involved they were, and whether or not it was voluntary.
I’d also found quite a bit of information on Tyran in those files. Information we weren’t sure what to do with. Information that could possibly be used to find out where he was, or a way to trap him into coming out of hiding.
“Afternoon, Cian,” Caity said with a chipper smile. “Just need to grab a couple of files.”
