“I will not let you fuck around on my sister.”
“You don’t know the full story.”
“I know enough and you need to die.”
“Fuck you, Cormac. You’re going to ruin your own life over this. Your father won’t be happy.”
“I can deal with my father.” He stops the car. “What I can’t deal with is knowing you’re hurting my sister.” He gets out and opens the back door. It’s then that I see we’re out of the city, surrounded by trees on a dark road at night. Cormac drags me from the car and I wobble on my feet before falling to the ground.
Cormac pulls out his gun and aims it at my head. “Any last words? Not that you deserve them.”
“Even if I gave you my last words, would you tell your sister what I said? Is she behind this? Does she want me dead?”
“Yes. Ciara wants you dead just as much as I do. Now, is that what you have to say?”
“No. You will ruin everything by doing this, Cormac. I hope you know that.”
A sneer crosses Cormac’s face right before he pulls the trigger.
Chapter Sixteen
Marco
Idive out of the way the moment Cormac shoots at me. The bullet lands in the ground. Cormac stumbles back, shocked for a moment, giving me a chance. With my hands tied, I can’t do much with them but I still have strength in my body.
I run forward and dive right into Cormac, knocking him to the ground. I raise my tied hands high and bring them down onto his face. He groans as his nose breaks, spilling blood everywhere.
I quickly stand back up and grab his gun from off the ground and aim it at him. Cormac glares up at me.
“Do it,” he says, his voice muffled from his broken nose. “Just do it. Prove to me how bad the mafia is. Why I was right to not want my sister married to you.”
If I kill Cormac, Ciara will never forgive me. But why do I care what she thinks? She was just a pawn to get power from her father.
But now… now I’m not so sure she’s just a pawn.
“Stop trying to kill me,” I snap. “And I won’t kill you. For your sister’s sake. Not for yours and not because I’m a good man.” I keep his gun as I slowly walk towards his car. The keys are still in the ignition. I can’t untie my hands so it’s awkward trying to drive with them but I manage to and I leave Cormac on the road, alive but surely angry.
I make it back home within an hour.
My body is shaking and I’m wired from my entire evening. Not killing Will when I could have. My confrontation with Cormac. Now, I need to speak to my wife.
Ciara is in her bedroom when I make it upstairs. Our separate bedrooms for the separate lives we’re living. She’s scrolling on her phone and gasps when she hears me enter the room. Her eyes widen.
“What happened?” Quickly, she gets out of the bed and rushes towards me. “Your hands…”
“Can you untie them?”
She does without any hesitation. “What happened? Your face is all red and you’re breathing heavy.”
“Your brother just tried to kill me tonight.”
She goes still. “What?”
“You heard me. And he told me that it was your idea. Because of my past with Gianna and Will. You asked him to kill me. Is that true?”
Her eyes lower to the ground as she bites her lip. I want nothing more than to bite her lip myself but now is not the time.
“Do you still want me dead, Ciara? After you said you didn’t? Will you betray me like everyone else has?”
