Page 464 of Lodestar

Back to whimpering, she tried to roll onto her side and started sobbing. The moment I let go, she cried, “Why? Why? Why?”

“You talked.”

“I didn’t! I didn’t!”

Forrest cleared his throat. “You sure about this?”

“You soft or something?” I snapped.

“Forrest ain’t soft.”

I peered at the doorway and found the head honcho himself staring at me.

Arching a brow at Brennan, I demanded, “You got a problem?”

“No. Just checking in on the situation.”

“Brennan!” Priestley cried, sitting up and turning to him with beseeching eyes.

I kicked her in the face and watched as, howling in pain, she returned to her fetal position of earlier.

He frowned, his discomfort clear. “You got any answers yet?”

“This is why you don’t send a man to deal with a woman. Bitches are your weakness. You need to watch that.” I wagged my finger at him then shoved Priestley onto her back when she bobbed up again. “You want a quick death, Priestley?”

“I don’t want to die,” she pleaded.

“It’s going to happen today.” As she sobbed, I continued over her noise, “You signed your own death warrant when you sold Conor out.”

“I didn’t, I didn’t!”

“You fucking did. The person who told me wouldn’t have lied to me.”Not unless Anton wanted another fork through his palm.“He told me you shared intel with Sheridan Reinier.”

“Danny?” Priestley whispered.

“Sheridan Reinier,” I corrected. “Not Danny.”

With her good hand, she grabbed my arm and sat straighter. “You know him? Where is he? Is he okay?”

Totally confused, I shot Brennan a look. He was just as bewildered as I was because Priestley had stopped sounding terrified for herself and was starting to sound worried for the prick whose eternal resting place was a metal coffin.

Well, until he was moved so some other schmuck could spend his last days in the shipping container.

“Who is he to you?”

She ducked her head between hunched shoulders. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?” I repeated.

“He’s gone missing.” She sniffled before she glowered at Brennan. “Did the O’Donnellys have him killed as well?”

“Explain this to me," I demanded, ignoring her question. "You told him shit about the Five Points during pillow talk?”

Priestley sniffed. “What? I’m not allowed to talk to my man about the bastards who killed my husband?”

“Not sure you’re in a position to snipe at us when you got over Callum so quickly,” Brennan rumbled. “And I know for a fact that Finn has been giving you cash, so it’s not like you need?—”

“You gave her cash?” I blurted out, shaking my head. “Jesus, you are fucking pussies for bitches.”

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