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“Margaret, don’t–” My uncle tried to pacify the situation, but it was so far past that point that there wasn’t much he could say or do.
“Save your breath, Uncle,” I cut him off. “I’m leaving.”
“Maggie, please don’t,” Áine pleaded and guilt swelled in my chest.
But I couldn’t stay, not even for her. Apparently, my brothers were of the same opinion because they followed close behind me.
I walked to my cousin and pressed a kiss on her cheek. It felt like a goodbye.
“I’ll talk to you next week,” I told her softly. Although, that might not be true.
Because I had already made up my mind.
I’d disappear.
ChapterEleven
LUCA
Ileft the Callahan manor barely five minutes behind Margaret.
The reason for my visit stormed out so there was no point in hanging about. I descended the stairs and my steps came to a halt.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.
My goddamn car sat in the middle of Callahan’s lawn. On fire.
“My favorite fucking car,” I grumbled as I neared the blazing inferno. There were remains of red lipstick on the windshield. The flames flickering around it, consuming the vehicle.
TIME FOR ANOTHER BULLET?
I shook my head. She certainly knew how to push my limits. I shrugged it off and planned my revenge. Retaliation was out of the question. She was pregnant with my child. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t teach my woman a lesson through her brothers since they clearly helped her. And she loved them very much.
Dark and unwanted jealousy slithered through my veins.
You knew things were bad when you were jealous of her brothers.
* * *
I found her brothers,just the twins, in The Eastside, the Irish pub that belonged to Liam Brennan. The fuckers were lucky not to be in their own bar because I would have set that establishment on fire.
Be that as it may, I didn’t need to start shit with Liam Brennan. So I waited. And waited. Leaning against my not-favorite car, I conducted business while watching drunks stumble out of the bar.
I didn’t have to wait long to spot the twins, a little blonde bombshell squeezed between them, eager to get fucked five ways to Sunday.
Not today, sweetheart.
“Hello, boys,” I greeted them, my gun discreetly pointed at Tyran. Or maybe it was Kyran. It didn’t fucking matter to me. Those two would rather die than allow anything to happen to the other. Flicking a look to the blonde who was already panting like she was in heat, I added, “Sweetheart, you run along.” When she didn’t move, I growled. “Right the fuck now.”
That got her going. She glanced over her shoulder. “Call me.”
Idiot!
Margaret’s twin brothers were worse than me when it came to whoring. She’d have barely gotten a fraction of a night.
The twin’s jaw ticked almost in sync, but neither one of them said a word. The knowledge of why I was here was written in their eyes. Those blue eyes that reminded me of the woman I wanted. And that pissed me off even more.
“Your car or mine?” I drawled.
