Page 12 of Fearless Sinner

Olivia has only been back in my life for less than a year. Before that, she was missing for over two years. She was presumed dead like our parents.

The case was one that mystified everyone because no one knew what happened to them. Virgo never stopped looking for her until he found her. She’d lost all her memories, so she didn’t know any of us.

After some time in therapy and various other things, she remembered who she was and who we were. But she also remembered what happened to her.

And that our parents were killed.

She identified the people behind the plot to kill them and led me to Lance Polinsky.

He wanted my father dead because my father wanted to ruin him after a business deal fell through.

My father took information from Lance. The kind that puts a target on you and your family.

I’m the head of the family now, and the clan here in the States and in Ireland. To me that means I can’t rest until that asshole is buried deep in the ground, where the light of day will never touch him again.

I walk into the living room and leave the day I had behind me. I even make myself forget the beautiful Chloe, who’s been lurking in the corners of my mind.

Olivia smiles when she sees me. She’s standing in the center of the room while Virgo and Seamus are sitting on the sofa.

I focus on Olivia. The only thing similar about us is our eye color. She has Mam’s white-blonde hair, her petite figure, and her face. I look like our athair— father in Irish.

“Cillian. I’m so glad you’re here.” Olivia flies across the room to hug me.

I hug her back, feeling grateful again to have her home.

She’s been back in our lives long enough for me to have gotten past that feeling of relief, but I still feel it every time I see her. My baby sister is the only person in this world who can instill such emotions in me.

“Come sit. I’ve been dying for you to get here. I have news.” She takes my hand like when we were kids and leads me over to sit with Virgo and Seamus, who also looks pleased to see me. That will be for reasons to do with the company and my recent leadership, which I know he’ll try to discuss with me later.

“Everything okay?” Virgo asks and Seamus looks at me waiting for an answer.

The question may seem rhetorical because they both know I’m far from okay and they’ve been updated with the new shitty developments regarding Harlan.

“It’s all good.” Translation: I’m alive. Seamus dips his bald head, but his pale eyes display his worry. I ignore it. “So, what’s this news?”

“I’ll confess now that I guessed what it was,” Seamus says in his hearty Irish accent.

Olivia laughs, glances at Virgo with love in her eyes, then back at me. “I’m pregnant.”

I didn’t know anything could make me smile right now and truly be happy, but this news has proven me wrong.

“Oh my God. This is the best news.” I get up and rush toward her, picking her up and spinning her around.

“I’m so glad you're happy.”

“Of course.” I set her down and look her over. She’s so thin it’s hard to believe she has a baby inside her little stomach. The child that will come to be seen as the union between the Antonovs and the O’Ridians. The Bratva and the Irish mafia. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you so much.”

I look at Virgo. He’s smiling at me like a proud father.

There was a time when I was completely against my best friend having any relations with my little sister, but I grew to realize that she couldn’t be with anybody better than him.

I walk toward him to shake his hand. “Congratulations, laddie.” That’s what my father used to call him.

Virgo stands and takes my hand. “Thanks, man. I’m gonna be a father. It feels good.”

“It suits you already, old friend.” I’ll have to talk to him about this news. I don’t want him putting himself or Olivia in danger by helping me.

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