“A hundred percent.”
He nods slowly. “Good. That’s all I needed to hear. For what it’s worth, I’m glad you found someone you love and want to spend the rest of your life with.”
My throat tightens. “Me too.”
We sit in silence for a moment before I push back my chair. But as I get to my feet, Oscar grabs hold of my wrist.
“I have to go,” I hiss under my breath as I glance at Allister.
“I know, but…” His throat bobs. “Can we catch up again soon?”
I hesitate, then nod. “I’ll be in touch. But for now, you need to stay away from me. If Kieran finds out I’ve been meeting you behind his back…”
Oscar squeezes my wrist before letting go. “I get it. Be safe, little sister.”
I force a smile, then slip out from behind the plant and head back over to Allister, praying that I didn’t just get caught.
Chapter Fourteen
KIERAN
It’s been almosttwenty-four hours since the attack on Sean’s men, and so far there’s been no sign of retaliation. But that doesn’t mean it’s not coming.
I have dozens of men located all over the city with their eyes on various locations where Sean is known to hang out. Everywhere from five-star hotels to strip clubs.
If he so much as takes a piss, I want to know about it.
I know what it would cost me to be unprepared if Sean decided to send a message my way, and quite frankly I’m not willing to pay it.
What I wasn’t prepared for was for Riley to ask to go to campus today.
I should have said no, but the guilt of hiding from her that her brother could be the one conspiring with Cormac had me giving in.
Thankfully, I didn’t come to regret my lack of rational thought because she arrived home in one piece an hour ago. But that knowledge does little to calm the storm brewing inside my head.
There are too many moving pieces on the board now that I have Sean, Cormac, and Oscar to worry about, and somehow I have to have my eyes on each one at all times.
At some point, someone is going to slip up, and I just have to hope that that someone isn’t me.
I’m looking through the surveillance footage that Brennan sent over of Oscar leaving Cormac’s place a few weeks before Dad’s murder when my phone buzzes on the desk.
When I see Brennan’s name, I swallow a groan.
I told him I would call him once I had gone through the footage for myself, but patience, it seems, is not a virtue my little brother possesses.
“I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me, little brother,” I drawl when I answer.
Brennan scoffs. “You wish.”
“What do you want? I told you I would call once I’ve combed through the footage, and I’m not even an hour in.”
“You know, I take it as a personal insult that you don’t trust me to confirm it’s Oscar in the tapes.”
“That’s an issue between you and your ego, little bro. Now, what do you want? I’m busy.”
“I have an update on Oscar that I thought you should hear.”
My pulse spikes. “Has he met with Cormac?”
