She chuckles. “That’s true.”
“If anyone’s going to jail, it’s Brennan. I swear, it should be illegal to be able to eat so much and still have abs. Actually, Kieran too. It’s not fair. All I have to do islookat a candy bar and I gain ten pounds.”
Ciara points to her bump. “You’re preaching to the choir. But I’m going to make the most of the pregnancy excuse for as long as I can.”
“I better get to baking, then.” I laugh.
“Like I said, these babies are getting evicted whether they like it or not, and mama needs some chocolate cake to fuel the labor.”
“I’m on it.”
“Oh, and, Riley?”
I glance back and catch Ciara’s eye.
“Please don’t make me pull a Kieran and offer you an ultimatum, because I will. He deserves to know, and we both know you should be the one to tell him.”
I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling dry. “I promise.”
Chapter Eighteen
KIERAN
The damp airat the wharf tastes like rust and salt.
I crouch low behind a stack of shipping containers, my gun heavy in my palm and my eyes fixed on the stretch of concrete where Sean O’Keefe paces up and down like a caged animal.
He’s here, exactly like Lorcan and Callum promised. But that doesn’t mean shit unless I manage to take him down.
Sean’s voice carries over the sound of the wind howling, raw with rage. “That bastard thinks he can cheat me? Steal from me? I’ll gut him alive!”
I smirk.
It seems he’s too busy screaming at his suppliers to notice the noose tightening around his neck.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I glance at the screen.
Brennan:Everyone’s in position.
I quickly type back,Wait for my signal.
We need Sean distracted,because the second he realizes what’s happening, he’ll bolt, and I’m not letting that bastard slip through my fingers again.
Headlights sweep across the dock as a truck rumbles into view, brakes squealing as it halts beside Sean.
Men pile out of the back, but from the looks of it, they’re nothing but hired muscle.
Sean storms forward, spitting venom at the driver.
“Yethink I wouldn’t noticeyerdealing me short?Yethink I’m some fool?” He shoves the man before jabbing a finger in his chest.
The driver stammers something, too quiet for me to hear, but Sean doesn’t let him finish. Even from a distance, the rage burns on his face, and I know that the driver has only seconds to live.
I wait for his blood to be spilled before finally raising my hand and giving the signal to my men to move.
Gunfire erupts in an instant.
Sean’s head whips around, his eyes wide, but instead of facing the bullets, he grabs one of his own men and shoves him forward, using his body as a shield.
