Page 31 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
Once we were upstairs, Irish sat me down. His hands gripped my knees. He was face to face with me. He said, “He’s in a better place now. Unless he’s not, you know.”
“Who?” I asked as it hit me. “Pagan?” My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes bubbled up with tears.
“No. Waldo.”
Leaning forward, I about fainted. I reran Memphis’s words through my mind, feeling the horror behind them. Blood everywhere. The sick sweet smell. Waldo, dead. Waldo, gone forever. Someone killed him, I thought. I belched. I was going to be sick.
Irish took me home to my bed. He crawled into it with me and spooned me while I bawled my eyes out. I slept until the next morning when Villain was at my door. He wanted to ask me questions about Waldo.
Who did I think killed him? Why would anyone want to kill him?
“Who’s sick enough to kill a dog?” I yelled at him.
Irish left me in my room while he went to talk to Villain in the living room. I listened at the door.
“Someone led the dog down to the basement to the laundry room and slit his throat. They hid his body under a pile of clothes,” Villain said.
“They wanted Cece to find him,” Irish added. “Because she does the laundry.”
“Yeah. I’m thinking Paisley. Weren’t you with her last?” Villain asked.
“No, not her. I saw her with Payday yesterday morning. They looked cozy.”
“That doesn’t mean shit around here. You think you were the only brother she’d been sleeping with? No. You weren’t, but she only had eyes for you.”
“She wouldn’t do that, kill a dog. I think Cece and her are friendly, too.”
“What about your gold digger?”
“Now, cop on, Villain. You’re serious? I’d think it was Pagan or you before I’d suspect Charlotte.”
“What about Riff?” Villain asked.
Oh hell. Not this.
“What would Riff have against Cece?”
“You know they used to date? When she first came here, right? Right after she went blind.”
“No, I didn’t know that?” Irish belted out.
“Her and Riff had a history already. So, it gives him cause to want revenge now that he sees her with another man.”
“You’re talking mad.”
“You think you’re the only one when it comes to her, too? Ask Cue Ball and Jersey about how wild Cece used to be. Heard she had a one-night stand with old baldy. Jersey claims to have gotten at least a blow job. Why do you think Pagan had Kingpin write those rules into the bylaws? Everyone wanted a piece of that ass.”
The front door slammed shut, and Irish came through my bedroom door.
“Villain’s a liar, Irish. I didn’t have anything to do with Cue Ball or Jersey. Those are rumors Riff spread about me.”
“What about Riff?” He asked.
I lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, I was young and dumb. I knew Riff from before. Before I went blind. So, when I was suddenly stuck in this life, surrounded by bikers, it seemed natural to let him comfort me. It didn’t last.”
“You’ve not even told me how it happened. How you went blind. Let alone about Riff. I don’t even know you.”
“So?”
