“Enough!” Ronan barks. “From now on, Sean is my domain, and you two can focus on finding out where the hell our brother is. End of discussion.”
“I don’t like this.”
“You don’t need to like this, Kieran. But you need to understand that Sean is mine to deal with; he always has been. So, you and Brennan can keep your eyes on Cormac because we can’t afford to let him slip even further away.”
Brennan looks between the two of us. “You do realize he could be lying dead in a ditch, and that’s why we haven’t found him?”
I shrug. “Good fucking riddance if you ask me.”
“Dead or not, we need to find him, and now that your attention isn’t divided, I expect some results.”
I grit my teeth.
Every instinct I have is screaming at me to fight Ronan on this, but the truth is there, written in the exhaustion on his face.
We can’t keep going on as we have been. Something has to change, and if that means I have to give up on my pursuit of Sean O’Keefe in favor of finding Cormac, then so be it.
“Fine.”
“Look at you, compromising.” Brennan chuckles. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Kieran.”
“Say one more word, and I’ll break your fucking jaw.”
His grin widens.
Ronan pushes back his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “I need to get back to Ciara. Text me if anything changes.”
I nod. “Go. We’ve got it.”
His eyes flick between me and Brennan like he’s not entirely convinced, before he slips out of the room.
Brennan swirls the whiskey around in his glass. “It feels like order has been restored with Ronan back in the game.”
“Do you want me to shoot you? Is that why you’re being unnecessarily annoying today?”
He stretches his arms behind his head. “Honestly, I could do with the break. Can’t remember the last time I slept for more than a few hours.”
“Why do I have a feeling that’s not because you’ve been working?”
Brennan grins. “Think I’ll go and make the rounds on the clubs,” he sets down his empty glass on the table and gets to his feet. “Make sure no one’s drinking the profits.”
“Or fucking the staff.”
“That too.” He smirks. “Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone, big brother.”
“Fuck off.”
He winks and strolls out of the room in typical Brennan fashion, whistling like the weight of the world isn’t trying to crush us all.
The second I’m alone, I cross over to the window and yank open the heavy curtains that Ronan insists on keeping closed.
The morning sunlight spills across the room and for a moment, I just stand there, staring out of the window, trying to imagine what it will feel like to finally put all of this business with Sean and Cormac behind us.
Riley and I will finally be able to move back to the penthouse and have our own space.
As nice as all the family bonding has been, I’ve missed being able to have the option of pleasuring my wife on whatever surface I please.
With a newfound surge of motivation, I sink into the leather chair and pull out my phone to start dialing, determined to get my hands on a lead.
