Page 13 of Fearless Sinner

“We’re due in December,” Olivia chimes in, leaning into Virgo. He slips his arm around her and pulls her closer.

“Well, I can’t wait to be an uncle.”

“And this is an even better reason to have you here with us.”

She’s saying that because I never planned to return to live in the States. I was raised here for the majority of my life, but my heart was always in Ireland. It’s a different sort of life there.

I know I can always travel there whenever I want, but it’s different when you live there.

“I’m happy to be with my family.”

Seamus likes that answer.

“Let’s go eat. Eden prepared a wonderful feast for us to celebrate.”

I don’t bother to point out that Eden makes celebratory feasts nearly every day. She’s the head maid here, Virgo’s assistant, and she absolutely adores Olivia. I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic with this baby news.

We head to the dining room where the feast awaits. I’m glad that Eden joins us.

The evening wears on and when Eden takes Olivia off to the kitchen, Seamus, Virgo and I head out onto the terrace to talk.

“I need you to stand down,” I say to Virgo the moment we sit. “You can’t help me anymore with Lance.”

“Like fuck. You need my help.” Virgo glares at me as if he’s about to fight me.

“We’re dealing with a volatile madman who’s managed to stump me with one of my own workers.”

“That’s even more reason to get my help.”

“He’s right, ceann roghnaithe,” Seamus agrees, calling me chosen one in Irish. My father used to call me that because I’m his only son and I was destined to take over everything after him. It was a great honor to me. Seamus uses the title during moments like these when he wants to reach me.

“Seamus. I will not leave Olivia without a husband. This fucker we’re dealing with is something else.”

“Which is why you need all the help you can get.”

“Cillian.” Virgo draws my attention back to him. “I’m the fucking Pakhan of the Kuznetsov Bratva and hold the second seat on the Creed. I will help you whether you like it or not.”

I raise my hands in resignation. “Fine.”

“What else happened today with you and Jaxon?”

I quickly fill them in on the additional events. “My problem is I have a whole load of nothing, just pieces of shit in the air.”

“Maybe the girl, Chloe, will call you about Harlan,” Seamus says. “She doesn’t sound like she has any allegiance to him, whether he’s married to her mother or not.”

“I hope so. As it stands, she’s my only connection to him while his wife is in a coma. I’ll be keeping my eye on her.” I wish those last words didn’t have hidden intentions behind them. After the day I’ve had I’m actually looking forward to the distraction of a beautiful woman. I’ll see her at some point. Whether I find her or she finds me.

“I might be able to track the weapons shipment.” Virgo speaks up.

“If you could do that I would give you a million dollars just to find it. I feel like shit that it got taken. I’ve just developed this business relationship with Jaxon’s family and I don’t want to taint it.”

“Leave it with me. Every weapon is made with a unique serial number. Because of the type of technology used to create the weapons, I might be able to figure out where they are. It might take a while, though.”

“Whatever you do in that respect will be better than what I can do.” I release a labored breath. “Jaxon will still help me track Harlan. He won’t stop until Harlan’s head is on a spike for stealing from him.”

“I would do the same.”

“As for Lance, I have to rethink what to do. Maybe go over a few things.”

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