Page 135 of Myla: The Hawthornes

Cian

“Absolutely fuckin’ not,”I argued, staring at Tommy in disbelief.

“It’s the only way to get her clear of this shit.”

“No it’s not. Youknowit’s not.”

“What are the chances that motherfucker has a man on him?” Tommy growled. “FBI is probably sittin’ in the trees waitin’ to see what we do.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Gray muttered.

“It was self-defense. She’s got the marks to prove it.”

The irony of Tommy saying those words when just a couple months before I was justifying thesameshit when I’d stabbed thesamemotherfucker wasn’t lost on me.

But that was when I was going to be jammed up.

This time it was Myla.

“That gun is licensed,” Mick said. “She ever has to use it again, they’re gonna connect the dots.”

Tommy looked to Dragon.

“Can’t say I like it,” he said slowly. “Agree it’s the best option we’ve got.”

“Done.”

“Not done,” I snapped.

“Watch it,” Grease warned.

“Don’t make me lay you out,” Tommy said darkly. “That’s my daughter in there.”

“That’s myold ladyin there,” I shot back.

“Then fuckin’ act like it.”

“What the hell do you think I’m doin’?”

“Get your head outta your ass, Cian.” Tommy took a step forward, and I straightened my shoulders. “This is FBI shit. That motherfucker your old lady just killed? He’s on radar. He’s gone, and it’s only a matter of time before shit lands onyourdoorstep. You think Myla’s gonna handle that shit? You think she’ll keep her mouth shut?”

“She knows the deal.”

“No shit,” he barked. “I taught herthe deal, asshole.”

“This is gettin’ us nowhere,” Grease muttered.

“It’s the only way, Cian,” Titus said, meeting my eyes. “You know it is. She’ll have to talk to the cops, and then it’s over.”

Pushing my hair back from my face, I gripped the back of my neck and turned away from the circle. They were right. I knew they were right. But it had fucking killed me to listen to Myla recount what had happened, and the thought of making her do it again with people that didn’t give a shit about her? I couldn’t fucking stand it.

“Leave the garbage where it is,” Dragon ordered behind me. “Everyone but Cian and Tommy need to take off. The minute you see taillights, you call it in. Wanker!”

I turned back around. “Your sister got a card for those FBI fuckwads?”

“I’ve got one.”

“You call them. Not local police. Those agents that made a deal with Richie.”

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