“If you’re sweating now, little brother, just think of what Sean’s going to be like when he learns what we have on him.”
Brennan’s mouth pulls up into a wicked smile. “Can’t fucking wait.”
We giveSean two hours to sweat, which means Brennan has enough time to shower and change, and I’m able to check in on Riley before we head out to his estate on the outskirts of the city.
I’ve never visited the O’Keefe estate, and I’m hoping that today will be the one and only time I do.
The place looks like a prison. A towering wall encircles the entire property topped with black wrought-iron spikes and high-angle security cameras, as well as four armed guards that stand in front of the gates, scanning the surroundings with expert precision.
There’s no subtle way to approach a place like this unless you’re suicidal or stupid.
I roll the car up to the gates with the windows down.
Two of Sean’s men step forward instantly, their fingers hovering over the triggers of their guns.
I keep an easy smile on my face despite the blood pounding in my ears.
One of the men steps closer to the window. “Turn around. No one gets in without clearance.”
“We’re expected.” My voice remains cool and measured. “Tell Sean, Kieran Sullivan wants to say hello.”
There’s a pause as one of the guards radios in, murmuring something clipped and urgent under his breath.
Brennan shifts beside me, his fingers twitching like he’s itching for a fight, but he stays quiet.
Finally, the static on the radio crackles, and a tense voice replies.
Then, with a reluctant groan, the mechanical gates begin to swing open, and I flash the guards a smile.
I take my time driving up the long, winding drive where we’re met by even more guards, their earpieces in place and their hands hovering near their weapons.
Once we’re out of the car, both Brennan and I are given a pat-down before being ushered inside.
I keep my posture as relaxed as possible as we’re led through corridor after corridor until we’re finally brought to a sunroom where we find Sean lounging in an armchair, a half-finished cigarette burning in the ashtray beside him alongside an empty rocks glass. His cream linen suit is impeccable, not a single crease in the material, and his thick silver hair is slicked back to highlight his chiseled features.
“Little early, don’t you think?” I say by way of greeting.
Sean’s pale blue eyes flick between me and Brennan as his hands rest lightly on the arms of his chair. He’s deathly still as he observes us, and I fight the urge to shift on my feet.
“What an unexpected surprise. I must say I’m disappointed to see that my little Riley isn’t with you.”
It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to lunge for the sick bastard. Just him saying her name has my blood boiling.
“It was a last-minute decision to stop by,” I reply coolly.
“Oh?”
“We’ve become aware of some information that I thought might…interest you.” I tuck my hands into my pockets and force my lips into a smile.
“By all means.” He waves a hand, and I reach into my jacket pocket for my phone.
The movement has the guards instantly on alert, their guns aimed and ready, but I only roll my eyes.
“Tell your watchdogs to stand down.”
Sean waves a hand again, and the guards take a step back.
I shoot them a look before pulling out my phone and opening up the photo app.
