Page 46 of Fearless

I bang against the door a few more times and then try the handle for good measure. Still locked. Still no response.

Damn.

I’m halfway down the stairs when a thought comes to me.

I stop.

The phone.

Someone called Cillian last night. Derek. Cillian ended the call and then sent a text, but he never once put in a pin or used his fingerprint to unlock the phone.

Does he honestly think he’s untouchable?

I fucking hope so, because if I can get my hands on that phone…

I bite my lip as I hop down the last step. Then I run up to the bed and leap onto it with a stifled yell.

Then I jump on the bed until I break one of the springs.

I collapse with a sigh and stare up at my dungeon’s ceiling. Heck, if I can get that phone, I might even make a call to my shrink. Tell her just how fucking wrong she’s been about me all along.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CILLIAN

You’d think this was a birthday celebration and not a business meeting.

The music is pounding. R&B or something, I don’t know. Sarah’s sitting on the end of Cole’s knee and he’s bouncing her up and down like she’s a baby, only stopping when she leans over and takes another gulp of her drink. We’re in the exact same VIP area I took Meisie to last week, the only difference being I’m alone this time.

“I can’t believe she doesn’t care,” Cole shouts over the music, his head shaking. “I thought you were cold but fuck me, that woman is ice.”

We played her at her game and lost. Now we’re playing dirty as sin and we’re still losing.

I choose not to reply to my brother because there’s nothing left to say. Helen Ford is firmly in my lower circle of hate now, and it has fuck all to do with her stupid political agenda.

No. The woman reminds me of my own selfish as fuck mother, and I’ve never even met either of them.

A tap on my shoulder pulls me from my thoughts and I turn around to see Derek standing in the darkness behind me. I’m getting a serious case of déjà vu. I’m about to point him in the direction of Cole when he gives me a look that says don’t.

I stand, but Cole’s already noticed what’s going on.

“What is it?” he shouts.

“Go on,” I tell Derek.

“There’s someone outside who wants a word.” He’s looking at me as he speaks.

Cole practically throws Sarah off his knee as he stands. “Whoever they are, they can speak to me.”

Of course they can. He’s the “brains” after all. I have to fight to keep from rolling my eyes.

Derek clears his throat. “They asked for Cillian.”

I stare at my brother and try to work out where his head is at. There’s a tick in his jaw, but he quickly covers it up.

“Probably about a shipment. I’ll be five minutes,” I tell him.

He looks at Sarah, and then back to me. “Aye,” he says, nodding his head. “I can’t leave her anyway.”

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