Page 37 of Bittersweet Revenge
I can’t help glancing at Aislin again. She cocks her head, looking at me with those green eyes so like her brother’s, the ones that always seem to be searching inside me for something. “Say it, Dean. I can handle it.”
“He’s a fucking rapist,” I spit out. “Michael Jensen.”
“How do you know his name?” Cillian asks while Tiernan goes stiff.
“Because I’m not an idiot and know how the internet works.”
“How do you know…that? The rapist part?Wedon’t fucking know that,” Cillian adds.
I meet his gaze. He’s never seemed angry with me before, but clearly, I stepped on his toes today and challenged him. Maybe it’s also whatever else Aislin said they’ve been dealing with.
“I guess I’m just better than you.”
“You’re lucky I typically like you.” Cillian cocks a brow at me, but it’s Tiernan who speaks up next, his voice as cold as I’ve ever heard it.
“Tell me everything you know.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tiernan
The last thingI should be focusing on is how close my sister is sitting to him. He said he’s gay, not bi, so I have no reason to feel whatever the fuck this is I feel. That doesn’t stop the urge I have to walk over and pull them apart, though. I’ve never wanted to possess someone the way I do him. I never cared who someone touched or kissed or fucked, but I’d wanted to kill the guy at the bar, and now I’m jealous of my sister. The person I love most in the world.
“You’re not talking,” I say, gripping the arms of the chair and trying to figure out how I can make this feeling go away.
“It was buried pretty deep,” Dean starts.
“If his family has money, you can bury anything with money.”
“Not from me.” Dean shrugs.
I don’t know how true that is, but obviously he’s talented. There’s no denying how useful that could be to me. We do all right, but for most things, we have to go through Torin, which means my father’s going to know.
Cillian chuckles. “You’re nearly as cocky as T.” He glances my way, and I ignore it, knowing he believes I’m different with Dean. I have no room to be anything other than a fuck buddy to him.
“Finish.”
We listen as Dean tells us what he found out, about the girl in Ohio. With every word, my grip on the chair gets tighter, my heart pounds harder against my chest.
There are a lot of things I’ll forgive and a lot of things I’ll do. There’s no doubt I’m a bad man, but one thing I will never accept, never condone, and never fucking do is take advantage of someone sexually.
I push to my feet. “He’s fucking dead.” He was dead anyway. We’ve already got most of it worked out, but there’s definitely no going back now.
“Tiernan,” Cillian says, head tilted slightly toward Dean. He’s right, of course. I need to watch what I say around him, but I fuckinghaterapists.
“Good. He should be,” Dean says, and all three of us look at him. “What? He should be. He’s disgusting and doesn’t deserve to keep breathing.”
As fucked up as it is, it makes my dick twitch listening to him, hearing his vehemence, his anger when those words fall from his sexy mouth. “And what would you know about that, fighter? You ever killed someone?”
“Fuck off.” He stands.
“It’s just a question. I need to know what kind of man is spending time with my sister.”
“Shut up, T,” Aislin says.
“One who would do anything to protect her, which I assumed was you too, but maybe I was wrong.”
“Oh shit,” Cillian says, managing to wrap his arms around my waist just as I lunge at Dean. I still end up right in front of his face, so close, I feel Dean’s breath against my lips and know he must feel mine. “I swear you have a death wish, New Kid.” Cillian doesn’t let go of me.
