Page 66 of Mob Saint

That shocks me.

There’s a knock on the door before Gareth can answer.

“Baby?”

Fucking hell.

I bolt from the sofa and run around it to the door. I turn the lock just as the doorknob turns.

“Gareth? What the hell? Let me in.”

I look over my shoulder at Gareth, then at the gun Seamus is still pointing at him. No one says anything. The knock turns into pounding.

“Gareth, open the damn door. What are you doing in there? Keith said you’re in there with Tiernan. You better not be fucking her. I heard what you said the other day about her and her ass.”

Is my jaw on the ground? What the ever-loving fuck?

“Told you, Tiera.”

I shift my gaze to Seamus who’s looking over his shoulder at me. I don’t think he could look smugger if he tried.

“Gretchen, it’s Seamus O’Rourke. I’m chatting with your boyfriend. Go wait for him somewhere else.”

“Seamus? It’s been a long time. I wouldn’t mind talking to you, too. I’ve missed you.”

Bitch.

“I’m busy.” Seamus couldn’t sound more disinterested. It makes me smile.

“Come on, Shay. You, me, and Gareth could chat.”

Gross.

“I wasn’t interested the last five times you’ve offered. I’m not interested now. And I’d stop talking before my girlfriend rips you apart. She doesn’t share.”

“Girlfriend? You don’t date, Shay.”

“You said you knew Tiernan’s in here. Who do you think’s my girlfriend? Maybe you didn’t believe whoever told you, but you already knew I was in here with my girlfriend. By the way, don’t call me Shay. We’re not friends.”

But do they have some sort of past together? Why does she think she can be so brazen?

“Gareth, I know you didn’t text anyone since you came in here. Do you still have a standing order to whore your girlfriend out to me any chance she gets? I’ve never accepted and never will.”

That allays any fear I have, but it shocks me to hear Seamus speak about a woman that way. But the disgust oozes from every word. He truly can’t stand her.

“Tiernan, how much are you paying Seamus to claim he’s your boyfriend? You could have just said you hired him as your bodyguard.”

“Gretchen, shut up. Go away.” Gareth looks ready to shit himself.

He knows Seamus won’t hurt her—physically—but he can’t say the same for me. She pulled my hair one time when she was sixteen and I was nineteen. I slapped her so hard it left a mark for a week. It fucking hurt, and she didn’t let go the three times I told her to.

“No. I want to see the happy couple for myself.”

I look at Seamus and shrug. He nods. I unlock the door and open it, stepping out of the way. Once she’s inside, I slam the door shut and lock it again. I put my hand between her shoulder blades and shove. She nearly falls.

Oops.

I shove her again. I have to go around the sofa the other way to get to my seat next to Seamus. As I try to step by, he pulls me onto his lap.

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