“I don’t care.” I stride past him.
The moment I step inside the packed bistro, my eyes lock on Oscar sitting at a table by the window and then the abandoned mug opposite him, which must have been Riley’s.
The sight of it has me seeing red.
“Kieran—” Oscar holds up his hands, as I stalk toward him, but I don’t give him the chance to finish whatever piss poor excuse he’s going to offer me.
I grab him by the collar and haul him to his feet before slamming him against the wall.
The impact has the pictures on the walls threatening to fall, and a few patrons gasp nearby, but I ignore them.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet between your eyes?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?—”
“Where the hell is my wife?” I tighten my grip on Oscar’s collar.
“S-she’s fine! Calm down.” Oscar’s eyes are wide as his airway starts to close off.
I press him harder against the wall. “Calm down? I trusted you to keep her safe, and you failed. I swear to God, if Sean has his hands on her, you’ll meet the same fate as your dear old dad. Though, I won’t be as merciful as Ronan. I’ll make sure to drag it out until you’re begging for death, and even then, I won’t let you die.”
“She’s literally next door, you psycho,” Oscar chokes. “She has an appointment. That’s it, I swear.”
I let out a humorless laugh as Oscar struggles to catch his breath.
“An appointment? You really think I’m going to believe that?”
Oscar opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “I told her it was a bad idea to trust you, but Riley promised you had changed. But once a snake, always a snake, huh, Walsh?”
“She’s safe,” Oscar gasps.
“Safe doesn’t exist when she’s out of my sight, Oscar.”
“She’s literally…next door at a doctor's appointment… You’re freaking out for nothing.”
I drop my hands and step back, and Oscar clutches at his neck, gasping for air.
My hands are trembling slightly as my heart hammers in my chest.
I want nothing more than to beat the living daylights out of him, but with all of the witnesses currently watching us, I know it’s only a matter of time before the cops show up.
Not that it would stop me. Most of them are on my payroll and would happily turn a blind eye.
Riley, on the other hand, would not, and that’s not something I’m willing to risk.
“Why the hell would Riley need a doctor's appointment?”
Oscar collapses back into his seat and reaches for his water, looking pale.
Watching him choke it back is a pathetic sight, but he’ll look a hell of a lot more pathetic if he doesn’t start talking.
I slam my hand down on the table. “I asked you a question. So, if you don’t start talking, I’m going to cave your face in with my fist, understand?”
“It’s on OBGYN clinic, okay? Are you happy now?”
I stumble backwards a step.
“What?” My voice sounds like I’m underwater.
